This is a nice town. Lots of tourist shops, but not many tourists stay. We stayed overnight at the lovely Sunny Guest House. Loud, but nice. I got up very early and went for a misty stroll as the devoted performed their morning puja as the ugly American snapped away. I tried to be unobtrusive, but what can I say? I live to commodify the rituals of the devoted.
Nepalis having morning tea
From our rooftop restaurant
Out my window, 6 am.
Guardians
Up close guardians
Stairway statues
Motion
Fog
Puja
Cold
More motion, with bananas
Desaturated bananas
The city is filled with little temples, through tiny unmarked doorways
Very early light
Nice wide street
August looking temple
Inside a temple with a Buddhist flag, but clearly Hindu
Dawn
How I feel most days
The pigeons fly around eating all the offerings left by the idols.
Fresh slaughter sacrifice blood
Moring rituals, desaturaated
Down by the river
Apperture play
Idol
Puja
Watching pigeons
Vegetable market
Hanging out, early morning
This image doesn't belong in this gallery
Nor this
Sareh goes Taliban
B&W
Small square
What Bhaktapur sort of felt like
Riding guardian lions
Looking sort of British
Crooked, but beautiful
Sky
I loved this doorway. The girl would NOT get out of my way