Bicycle parking

Here's something I never imagined to see: a space set aside in the leveled, mall parking area for the bicycles.
And it's not under-used either.

Unsuccessful errands

I had an unsuccessful day. I went out looking for four different things. I made three different stops. I found zero of what I was looking for. Took up five hours of my day.
But, as usual, I saw other interesting things
At the coffee shop where I stopped for some tea, I sat on the balcony and watched the tide come in on the sea of motorcycles below.

At another stop I saw something new.
Do you ever look up at the ceiling? I do. And today I was rewarded. There were barefooted men walking over the panels of whatever the roof is made of, squeegeeing it.
Here's a brief look at the action:

Harrowing traffic

My first experience back in India was a taxi ride. It was one of the most harrowing I've ever experienced--which is saying a lot. There were squealing tires and fish-tailing as we had some very close calls. Shew, I'm still alive.
I decided to give you a glimpse of the traffic here. So you can see what's on the roads.

The traffic cop. Like his uniform?

This is where we parked the car to go shopping. (It's the green one with a roof-rack in the corner.)

As you can see, we needed to wait a while before the car was able to be freed.

You can hear the traffic for yourself:

And this is some of the unexpected traffic that goes by: