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.