Here's a picture from the top of our guest house...

lovely view of the dusty, chaotic street below.

...speaking of which: an overloaded cycle rickshaw...

all of the beautiful fruits and veggies that we couldn't eat, for fear of getting sick (which we all did anyway, of course -- get sick, that is)

tarps to ward off the sun on those HOT days in Varanasi

Playing Tabla -- one of the early days