@brittarnhild
As soon as I took the camera out of its pocket, the taxi driver understood my passion;
The Jacaranda trees.
Every time another purple tree appeared, he slowed down, almost stopped.
The drive took twice as long as it could have.
Still he asked for the same fare.
350 rupees.
Caroly, my dear Indian mother, has a lovely book about blooming trees in Bangalore.
I wonder if there is a book about the Jacarandas in Kathmandu?
Photos: shot through a dirty taxi window.
