In India, about places and a few encounters

Travel photographs, 1996-1998

Ticket de l’India Rail

“I like India for the immediate brotherhood one meets at every crossing. And it is the country where one is ceaselessly told lies, where nine out of ten outstretched hands are demanding hands.
I like India for its dazzling beauties, and it is the country where I had seen the ugliest houses, the sadest street. (...)
We are looking for cohesion where life, together with India, offer juxtaposition only. We stupidely name it contradiction for we are unable to encompass it all.” [1]