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Last Indian soundmix, recordings from Pune, Mumbai, Delhi, the Himalaya, Kasol and Agra.
Queues, local sandwiches, autorickshaw… well, another slice of India.
From Chennai to Delhi, water and dust and beautiful songs, timeless rituals and anthems strong.
Once in a while I do go to touristy places. Like that day when we drove (in a car! Luxury!) to ma-what-was-it-puram.
A city of mixed influences on the Eastern Coast with playing children and angry goddesses.
Rangolis and typewriting institutes… everyday pieces of Indian poetry.
One of those odd travelling experiences where nothing feels quite right.
Four months in India, a handful of languages and scripts and bus trips and nights in trains and good friends and and and… and a fantastic hand-made map
How I got to Kerala on a day India was closed and how the police drove me to Amma’s ashram.
How I strolled around the botanical garden in Bangalore with a total stranger and bought my first Indian clothes.
Good times in Hyderabad
Sit back, close your eyes and let me show you my India – with sounds!
A sun rise and a sun temple in the East coast of India.
Four months and a half on the subcontinent, I guess I can say… I’ve been in India!
(En Francais juste en dessous) We were in Agra. Béré was resting in the guesthouse’s room and I had gone for a walk on my own. I decided to treat myself with a last chai for the day and gulab jamun. As I was eating the overly sweet brown delicacies …
And I landed in Bhubaneswar for a night… why not? The Gods are colourful there!
I’ve been sleeping around a bit lately
Catapulted from quiet Iran into the heart of India. First dip, was I gonna drown?
Fighting other people prejudice and getting to a new place in a neutral state of mind… not really a piece of cake!
Bright smiles and cheeky eyes, the lively Hampi kids tried their music abilities out!