I regret a little 'give peace the idyllic lakeside, so sorry that in the car on the way back I fall into deep sleep. I wake up in the bustling downtown Puri, famous seaside resort, the haunt of hippies in the seventies but now receives only small families and Indian pilgrims visiting the famous temple of Lord Jagannath. We stopped on the beach and only after we realize that right behind us, across the street is a famous place of worship where families from all over Orissa come to cremate the bodies of their loved ones. White smoke rising into the sky of the sunset makes the scene even more macabre. Groups of people out there just go away, there are many children with his head shaved, a sign that they have just given their last respects to one of their parents. On the other side, the scene is much better: a long beach crowded of people wrapped in shawls those who enjoy the evening breeze, women sitting on white plastic chairs were the matrons as guardians of the beach, a market of sacred icons and bracelets, a sun of a pale scarlet, and then Mr. Ocean. In the crib that is going to automatically build is also a camel, as if he had heard the call of the scene. Ok now everything is ready for the last photo. Click.
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