A Tryst with monsoon every year at the sweet spice smelling Jew street .I really don't know what's the strong force that takes me back there every year.
Getting lost in those lanes and antiques every year. Is it my fascination for all that is old or the love for the small streets.Running in and out of those antique shops,a child like.This year was not different either..Being a regular even they look forward to see me every year and that i have many friends out there in Jew street.
Small old dilapidated buildings,air filled with the biting aromas of ginger,cardamom,cumin, turmeric and cloves,those winding lanes of Synagogue filled with scores of antique stores and that is Jew Street for me ..and i love them to every bit..
To walk in those lanes and to get wet, a dream come true,the never ending journeys of a lifetime..with Jew street.
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| as we drove along the main spice market |
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| running colours and closed windows |
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| flower oils and attar bottles |
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| beautiful houses |
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| curio shops |
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| its all beautiful |
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| looking on to the streets |
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| knobs in the brightest designs |
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| old clay dolls,way too pricey |
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| antiques and look alikes |
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| combinations are perfect |
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| light was just awesome |
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| old clocks on the walls |
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| azolla in big cement pots |
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| pretty and lady like |
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| eyes are bright... |
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| in the prayers |
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| on to the lane which goes to the synagogue |
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| all old houses |
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| curio shops |
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| synagogue lane |
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| typical tourist bargain |
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| its all on the walls |
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