The Flower Market

Every morning at 6:00 a.m. a corner of the city is transformed from a somewhat squalid area into a bowery where people come to buy and sell flowers - flowers for hotels, for flower shops, for temples, for export.

And the perfume of the flowers rests gently on every person in the vicinity.

By 8:00 a.m. it's all over and the regular thrust and parry of the street and the market resumes. But oh, those two magical hours where the world is a paradise and even the negotiations being waged seem to be in a kinder tone ...

Thank you, Mr Subbaiah, for this spectacular sensory experience!

Morning chai among the greenery



Lilies at dawn









 

Birds of Paradise

Shades of blue







Daisies!



Buying and selling



Shades of white

 

Roses at 60 cents a dozen ...





Pondering the marigolds



Packing the marigolds



Flowers by the yard ...





Garland merchants



Temple garlands



Orchids

Two of Mum's favourites:
Tuberoses and gladioli

Bags of roses ready to go



Please give a good price:
I need just a few for the house!



Street hawkers loading up their cycles



How's he going to ride this thing?!

Wedding garlands





Flowers for garlands

 



When you have nothing - no
home, negligible mental faculties,
no one to love you - a couple of
flowers can provide you comfort
and beauty and possibly some peace





Tallying up the sales