One of my favorite places in Mysore is Davaraj market. Buzzing with energy and vibrancy, I love haggling with the shop owners and making conversation. The one thing that always amazes me about the people is they never forget a face or a name. They always remember. One would think you'd be lumped together with all the foreigners that pass through, but once contact is made, you're locked in forever. A cool thing.
The woman in the bottom photo noticed I had a camera and nodded for me to take her photo. I thanked her and she beamed. It's nice to be around people so real. So down to earth. Who carry a quiet dignity about them.