The hare krishna ghat after another transcendent night. It'd be easy to lose yourself here, to become part of the dance. 
The day's pass at speed, the night drifting down to be greeted by flames and tolling bells, steps drifting either side of the midday heat as the temperature rises again, forecasts of another heatwave, mid forties again. 
Maybe it's needed, that only the lack of desire to reprise the experience will offer enough momentum to look for a ticket out.