Pushkarrrr!

Coming to Pushkar it either feels that I’m now truly in India or that I’ve come home.  It looks like I’m in the middle of Nevada.  Rather than cheesy casinos there are beautiful whitewashed plaster buildings.  The streets are very narrow here.  More like alleys.  As I walk through the narrow whitewashed passageways it feels like I’ve gone back a hundred years.  Every doorway is a glimpse into someone’s world.  I look into a doorway of a small shop and see three men rapidly sewing away on their sewing machines.  Another doorway leads to someone’s home.  There’s a cow in the front courtyard!  Women are preparing dinner.  There’s a man lounging in a lounge chair.  There’s amazing color beyond these doorways.  Purple, turquoise, lime green!