One of the byproducts of religion in India is the use of beautiful flowers. Our favorite stop in our first day in Bangalore was at the Flower Market. There is a sense of real life there that seems missing in places oriented towards tourists. It is beautiful, squalid, chaotic, and organized all at the same time. The people are there to live their lives and they are fascinating.
The typical photo of the market is this one, taken from a second floor balcony. It is beautiful but every tourist takes it.
We prefer this one showing an individual seller in an instant of time going about her life.
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