cold mornings

The markets started way before it got light, and people carried massive loads on their heads or shoulders, even small children.

It was like living in a fantasy land. It was always quiet too, as there were no cars and a few motorbikes around. The music we heard were musicians playing in temples or on some corners of little squares. The fog muffled the sounds as well, so you only heard the music, when very close

The mornings in December 1966 were very cold in Kathmandu. We had lots of layers on, with a blanket wrapped around us like this girl. It was magic wondering around in the morning mist, grey shapes of people moving toward us, slowly revealing their identity and colours..