Sunday, March 20, 2011

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


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


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


  1. If they last longer than the ones here bring them back the price is right . OB

  2. wow. just wow. that is way too cool.


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