Our YSA FHE Fireside good bye to the Ricks.

The Kutab Minar at a distance, just inside the park.

An old Muslin Mosque at the entrance of the park.

A family stopped us and wanted to talk. They also wanted a photo of us with their children. The oldest daughter is in the red, the younger daughter has the black scarf around her head. The boys will never cut their hair, and it is worn with the traditional top knot and tight cap over their hair. Their father had a full turban on his head. They were only one of several families that we talked to and had our picture taken with. We really enjoyed the afternoon. It was not at all crowded, it was clean, and everyone was friendly.

Some of the other buildings surrounding the Kutab Minar have not survived as well as the tower.

Many of the children that wanted to talk to us also wanted to have their pictures taken with us. This is a delightful little girl that asked if she could interview us. Then she wanted a photo with us.

The Kutab Minar is faced with sandstone. It recently has been cleaned and it is very beautiful.

We hired a guide to take us through the park. We had to pay for an expensive ticket, so the grounds excluded many people that ordinarily follow us to ask for money. Inside the park were families and the children came up to us and wanted to talk. Our guide was an expert on the site, and also was very happy to take photos for us.

We are at the Kutab Minar. There are many ruins around the structure. There are many spellings for the monument (Qutb Minar). It is a very very hot day in Delhi. I was hiding under my hat from the tropical sun. Dad said it was at least 115 F. This is a tower of victory. It is 72.5 meters tall. It has also been used as a giant sundial.

Work began on this stucture in 1193 by Qutb-ud-din.

We are coming out of the narrow maze of streets and shops, and in the foreground, we can see Chandnie Chowk, the place of worship for the Moslim's.

The colorful Sari's are hand beaded.

This hopelessly congested bazaar remains Asia's largest wholesale market. Crafts, once patronized by Mughals continue to be sold in the small lanes.

The bread was made in this shop across from Karims. There is an oven inside, and the dough is slapped onto the sides of the floor oven. When it is cooked, it will fall off the walls of the oven, but the baker will catch it just in time. Karim serves food from recipes that were handed down from those who cooked for the Moguls. It is a world famous restaurant.

Old Delhi

We did not eat at the world famous Karim's, but we did buy some bread. The first bite of my bread I found a animal hair, looked like a goats hair in my bread, so I wraped up the bread and gave it to the begger children at the corner on my way to church.

Many vendors were friendly, but while Sister Weeks and I were walking along, a man came up to her and shouted in her face. Some spit on the sidewalk when we rode through. Sister Weeks had an orange outfit on, Hindu colors. And we were in a Moslem community.

We are on the womens clothing lane. Of course, that means many colorful sari's.

The water bufflo dairy was probably where our dinner of Paneer originated. Paneer is a curd that is like a soft cheese, in a hot sauce. It was a good dinner.

Notice the sign and the men with typewritters below busy with political business. Don't miss the electrical wiring overhead in many of the photos. This community may be 400 years old, but it now has electricity.

We rode in a bicycle rickshaw for our safety instead of walking. The lanes became more narrow and congested the further we traveled into the bazaar.

We spent Dad's Birthday in old Delhi. We went with Weeks and took a few hours off Friday afternoon to enjoy an early dinner in the Oldest historic part of time. This is the walk way to the Chandni Chowk. It was planned by Jahanara, daughter of emperor Shah Jahan in 1648. It is right by the Red Fort,which we will visit another time.