Jordi AC: ...most likely...some rather warm evening words....
Jordi AC: ...a surprise at the train station...
Jordi AC: ....three generations...the same destiny...?
Jordi AC: ...a train station?...a hospital...?......or perhaps a playing ground...?
Jordi AC: ....the value of distance....
Jordi AC: ...the time manager....
Jordi AC: ...when the sun starts its way down......
Jordi AC: ...waiting for the train...
Jordi AC: ...grandma's smile....
Jordi AC: ...ready to go....?
Jordi AC: ...when late...rather late...glasses get empty...
Jordi AC: ...worth having some relaxed time at the Jama Masjid....
Jordi AC: …time of silence...
Jordi AC: …do colours need to get dry….?
Jordi AC: …watch the train….!!!
Jordi AC: …it may be wise to find out what is behind the door...
Jordi AC: …do not stop de music…do not stop de colors…!!
Jordi AC: …playing around the blues…of the "blue city"….
Jordi AC: …at a point in time -very early-, colours start appearing in Udaipur…rather slowly...
Jordi AC: …sunset change…every day…everywhere….
Jordi AC: …most like Udaipur was not that different…years ago...
Jordi AC: …a refreshing early morning bath...
Jordi AC: …early in the morning Bundi can be silent…only then...
Jordi AC: …eyes, eyes…and more eyes…this must be India...
Jordi AC: …and…talking about eyes...
Jordi AC: …India is about eyes…among other things...
Jordi AC: ...also the monsoon...-in due course-...visits the Jama Mesjid...
Jordi AC: ...talking to each other?...or perhaps calling to me...?
Jordi AC: ...one may wonder where vivid colors come from...
Jordi AC: ...just windows...more windows...