A walk to the southern lake, time misjudged as ever, and the first experience of what I suppose is an influencer. She took a privat boat, walked with a camera pointed at her face and radiated a sense of seperation from the scenes she was moving through. 
Somewhere along the line I got old, or maybe just prefer to hold to some aspects of the analogue world. 
So some intersting lunghi oriented looks and then, way too early for sunset, a wander back into town. But I had time and there was an uncharted street to walk. The sound of a drum, bells and voices, a procession which came to a halt in a small square opposite me, though I'll admit I have no idea who or what the celebration was. But the drums and the dance were spellbinding, that sense of innocent faith caught upon delighted faces who danced for the goddess and spilled their joy upon the watching eye. 
Later there was another in twilight afterglow but something missing, a dance to captivate tourists rather than the outpouring of joy from earlier. Same same but different. 
Later still a procession which caught the joy as they sought their place to dance. 
India, she'll drive you made and then offer up moments of unbridled magic.