Immediately parallel to the River Ganges within the city of Varanasi is a stretch of road lined with buildings of final grandeur and disrepair, a mine of material for street photography. I walked down this street on several occasions, looking out for interesting scenes to evolve. These two photos I got on the penultimate day of the trip.
Bicycles, motorbikes, rickshaws, motorised tuk-tuks and motor cars created much of the visual and sonic landscape of the street, as did the various hawkers, sellers and repairmen lining it. And this is what I love about India: life lived on the street. I love the scene of the bicycle repairman above, being asked the impossible and yet pondering it. Then there was the child waiting for his father (?) to get their flat tyre dealt with, so they could once more be on their way…
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