Today was a chill day – limited ourselves to visiting a couple of attractions, a Hindu temple and the Albert Museum. I can’t say that I am a religious person but for some reason I find myself praying in temples here and get very teary, wishing my mum and dad were with me, especially my mum, as she was a very spiritual and godly person. It was no different in this temple; a side of me that I didn’t know exist.
Next stop was a visit to the Albert Museum (refer to Wikipedia). An interesting place with lots of relics from various parts of India and even Egypt, displayed in this architecturally magnificent building. I also observed that there is a different entry price for visitors compared to Indian nationals. This is a fair reflection of affordability. I think it’s a good thing that the locals are not priced out from enjoying their history and heritage.
As is customary in most towns visited, the next two stops were to a jewellery shop and a clothing shop, showing their rich craftsmanship and the skill of the locals. At no stage did we feel pressured into buying, we were treated very well, offered drinks and enjoyed the display of the jewellery. As for the clothing shop Ursula couldn’t resist buying a couple of beautiful silk Indian outfits. She looked stunning. I couldn’t resist trying on a Maharajah hat – and Ursula insisted taking a photo for memory.
The longer I am in India, the more I think about my mum and dad, who have long passed away. I would have loved to share this experience with them.
Next stop was a visit to the Albert Museum (refer to Wikipedia). An interesting place with lots of relics from various parts of India and even Egypt, displayed in this architecturally magnificent building. I also observed that there is a different entry price for visitors compared to Indian nationals. This is a fair reflection of affordability. I think it’s a good thing that the locals are not priced out from enjoying their history and heritage.
As is customary in most towns visited, the next two stops were to a jewellery shop and a clothing shop, showing their rich craftsmanship and the skill of the locals. At no stage did we feel pressured into buying, we were treated very well, offered drinks and enjoyed the display of the jewellery. As for the clothing shop Ursula couldn’t resist buying a couple of beautiful silk Indian outfits. She looked stunning. I couldn’t resist trying on a Maharajah hat – and Ursula insisted taking a photo for memory.
The longer I am in India, the more I think about my mum and dad, who have long passed away. I would have loved to share this experience with them.
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