To market, to market to buy a fat pig...in Bangalore.

Shops lined the streets surrounding the market; tailors worked on sewing machines set up outside beneath beautiful fabrics beckoning you to choose this tiny shop over the rest.

Things tend to take longer here.  Sometimes, it's because a cow is in the middle of the road holding up traffic.

Meat shopping.  Please note the brains and livers in the left corner, the blood splattered on the walls, and the man who is putting our meat into a bag.  That man also handed us our change.  (Note: Remember how I was "sort of" vegetarian?  It is now safe to remove that qualifier.) 

I don't know where to start...so many colors, smells and new experiences to absorb.

One whole floor of City Market is full of flowers...literally piles.  Men and women braid them into chains to adorn your hair, temple, car, whatever.  My friend and I were the only foreigners among the masses so we were a spectacle--which got us lots of free flowers and laughs at our attempts to say "thank you."

Heaps of incense and colored powder (I think used to decorate doorways as some sort of Hindu ritual...a lot was lost in translation on that one!)

And a hearty lunch.  

Pictured here: basmathi rice with orange sauce (there's a technical name), naan (the flat bread), mystery dipping sauces (very typical) and a veg. dosa (like an unsweetened pancake stuffed with delicious and fresh veggies).  Salt and pepper shown but not used--I haven't needed to add ANY spices yet!