Vilet Boregard Costumes

Morning raag

Kalina at five in the morning is a road yawning, some dog paw between the ashes of the night, and the guards who drink hot chai. The gates of the city still closed, but the sky begins to stretch out. We left at five and five in the car with Asif and Juliette, through the neighborhoods leading to the center. Bandra-Worli Sealink on Speeding. To go to the Gateway of India, Colaba.

Concert at dawn, the Gateway of India. Ahmjad Ali Khan (sarod) and Zakir Hussein (tabla). I state that I do not really like the style of Ahmjad Ali Khan, but only for the location it was worth it. Watch the sunrise that rose behind the Gateway of India, along with many other Indians like us who were there. The dawn that was deposited on the bottom of the eyes, sparkle of gold on the lashes. Ravens and fishing boats, music. A woman on the street that she started to do the Surya Namaskar, the sun salutation, in an alley. The Taj in all its tragic beauty. The architect who designed it, an Italian, commissioned by Tata, committed suicide at the completion of the work, because they had reversed the project, and not the main facade overlooking the sea, but on an internal road.

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And then the terrorist attack of 26 November 2008. At the Taj Hotel, as the city has remained a scar. That shows off with pride. India is even that, unlike the United States not to bomb, invade, settle, but expects and gets up from the rubble and blood with a unique dignity.
The weather is beautiful these days, the sky is clear, you see the skyline of Marine Drive and the wind heartened.

The Gateway of India at dawn, with red and orange

Taj Hotel & Tower

Pink replaces the bright colors of the night just past

Yellow and pink mixed

The most charming are the crows at dawn - as the sunset - there are thousands. Fluttered to the music, tracing maps for Lost Lovers, maybe. The sea as a suitcase, or a holy book.

Under a sky of crows

Even crows and Taj

full light, and a million crows

glitter sun

Fishing Boats

The facade of the Taj, the "cursed"

In one of these apartments would live there willingly

Magic bus

Flags in the sky, at the intersection of Central and Mumbai Haji Ali

Haji Asif Ali out of the car. Shining Pearl and Blue.

Haji Ali reminds me of the first voyage in India.Giugno 1999. Appena laureata in traduzione, a caccia di libri ed emozioni. Con Ric, allora mio fidanzato. Il taxi che dall'aeroporto ci portò nel Fort, all'Hotel Residency, attraversò South Bombay, e la prima cosa che notai fu quel mare color cemento (oggi era blu persino il mare), il cielo livido (mancava poco al monsone) e quella perla sull'acqua, la moschea bianca. E l'aria sottomarina, sembrava di stare sott'acqua per l'umidità.
Arrivati a Mahim, da Asif, siamo stati alla Crown Bakery, un vecchio forno e ristorante iraniano nel quartiere musulmano di Bombay, Mahim. Abbiamo bevuto un ottimo caffè e mangiato pane e burro. Pagnotte bianche, appena sfornate.  
Squarci della mia vita indiana. Foto di un'alba sul mare, con la musica e l'abbraccio generoso di Bombay.