On my way out to Old Chinatown this morning, I had to stop and photograph my favorite vegetable lady who now smiles and waves at me even if her carrots ARE so old and ratty that the blender blew up twice when I was making carrot soup!
This was an eye hospital where the line of patients streamed across the yard and out to the road. I wondered if George Spaeth might think about coming over here and giving a helping hand...
The effusive bathing in the public water faucets was unbelievable - bubbles of soap lathering up backs, hair, faces, legs, etc., and the joyful, lack of self-consciousness was sheer exuberance!
There is NO way I could have planned this photo, but the purple of the woman's dress against that orange plastic is so good that my heart sings
This one is for my sister, and this adorable young man agreed to let me photograph the back of his T-shirt; when I left him, I said, "See you in Brooklyn!" I saw two other T-shirts today that unsettled me. One read, "Dream, Dream, Desire, Desire, Despair. The other said Life has No Backspace. I liked that one.
This man in the white shirt was the first indication of some Chinese genes, but how can I really tell?
These were some clearly Indian fellows who wanted me to take their photos; they can really ham it up for the camera, and then they just LOVE seeing themselves and fall over each other laughing!
No question that this is the Chinatown, old or new, and when I saw the crowd congregating below, I sensed this was a Chinese group; apparently there are only about 50 Chinese families left in Calcutta.
This bubbling cha compelled me to order one and sit and chat with the men who were enjoying same. When I tried to pay for the TWO cups I had, the man wouldn't let me!
These are my tea friends, and they were all proud as punch to tell me that they were friends with the Muslims who had a stall next door. They wanted me to know that they were all friends, and I surmise they would like me to take back that message to the U.S. Now I have done my job.
This man was cutting off the edges of this gigantic truck tire, which would then be filled with new rubber and reused. One man leaned over to me with his thumbs up, saying, "We, like U.S. reuse things!" He was so pleased with himself.
EVERYbody wants to have his/her photo taken, but why this man with a big stick wanted me to take his picture in such a pose will remain a mystery to me.
This fellow waved to me to take his photo and he carefully lined himself up into this long-legged pose.
I KNEW I was in a Chinatown, old or new, once I saw all the bicycles; these are actually in states of repair.
I walked from Phears Lane to Mother Teresa's House, way across town, talked with my old friend Sister Ann Frances who introduced me to Sister Mercy Maria who runs the orientations; she assured me that I could volunteer in the children's house after the orientation and tomorrow, but the orientation went on for SO long that Utsa and I left, she determined to volunteer twice a week and I determined not to volunteer on this trip because Sister told me there is a mission in NORRISTOWN, of all places! I will go there when I get home; it's a hell of a lot closer and I can do just as well helping people in my own country as I can in India. I met a young man who had been a manager with Coke in Australia, and he had taken this year off without pay in order to travel around the world and volunteer, also, by the way, he had climbed Everest and was heading to Kilimanjaro. We had lots to talk about!Tomorrow is my last day here with Afroja and her family; I shall miss them all and have been SPOILED rotten with fresh cut up fruit every time I turn around; they serve me homemade yogurt, fruits, mango lassis, veggies, coffees and anything my little heart desires. How EVER shall I live on my own after such royal treatment!!