On this alley I made some nice new friends. I took photos of some people and I actually came back the next day to give them prints, so they were impressed. Apparently many tourists say they'll come back, but never do.
My new friend, Vinod ended up giving me a tour on his day off and we rode his motorbike around the desert. He took me to some Jain temples and even over to his new office. He was very impressed with it. The office
was full of cubicles and looked absolutely western.
For this painting, I just sat down on the side of some street like I normally do. While I was painting a few shoe shiner kids came by and we were talking it up. These kids were great. They would see me
painting all around the city and they'd come and watch all the time. In the middle of this painting, some lady started yelling at me telling me to get off her porch. She was angry as can be. Yelling, spitting, etc.
Some other man who I assumed to be her son, told me what she was saying. He tells me to get off the porch, and the lady quickly asks if I have any money. As if I would pay money to sit on this stupid
annoying lady's porch. Her son then tries to conversate with me. Asking me 'which country?' and other such nonsense. Of course I'm not going to listen to him. You can't tell someone to scram an expect
a warm reply in return.
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