How Dehli-cate!

The Grey City
We flew into Dehli in the early morning from Jaipur, checked in at a hotel to catch a few hours of sleep. We spent the whole afternoon in Dehli to tour around the city and to shop for souvenires because we had some time to our flight to Belgium. I don't think Dehli is actually called the grey city, but compared to Jaipur, the Pink city, Dehli is grey. Dehli is so different from Jaipur. There are no cows or camels on the streets. There are tall buildings, and there are yellow lines on the road that cars actually acknowledge. The traffic is way more civil, and the city is cleaner, but less colorful. People are dressed more smartly, and because there are so many tourists in the city, they are not as startled by seeing us. Even though Dehli seems like a much more comfortable, familiar place, I think I feel more attracted and attached towards Jaipur.

Shopping & Fashion.
I started feeling so much better on our way over here in the plane, thank goodness, so my shopping spirit was revived just in time. We bought nice Indian scarves and valuable antique souvenirs for a very cheap price, and had our third Mcdonalds for lunch. As far as taste in fashion goes, I have always been a huge fan of the plain style, and never considered buying anything of pattern unless they were stripes. But I am starting to love the complicated, sophisticated patterns of the Indian saris and scarves. I love the long skirts also. I wish I could wear long skirts even in Toronto everyday. They're so freeing and... well, freeing.

Just before we got into the car to go to the airport, it started to pour hard and we all screamed as we helplessly jumped into deep puddles of rain and dirt without a choice. We are so close, yet so far away from home.