We had left Mumbai airport to find an incredible chaos and energy. The dissonance of sounds between horns, constant honking and so much more was immense. Despite the disorder on the road, there seemed to be an unspoken street guide which all Indian drivers knew. After a three hour drive, we arrived in Pune, in Veronique's house. It was located in a little local compound on the side of a shaded alley, bordered by beautiful trees.  

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On our second day, we had walked through Pune to find a market our driver Sandeep had pointed out to us. This was where the city’s agitation and life really emerged. The energy was pulsing and raw, truly what one imagines when thinking of India. It was such an assault on the senses, an uproar of sounds and smells, and strikingly vibrant and bold colors. Your eyes widen at the sight of the sensationally beautiful women. With their long black curls, their glowing tanned skin, their gracile faces, and the dazzling colors of their silk sarees. Vendors everywhere were sorting and setting up mountains of vegetables and fruit, whilst yelling out the same words over and over again. The emanating scents of the different curries, herbs, and other foods tickled every single one of your tastebuds. Although very tempted, I didn’t dare to take that many photos and closeups of people yet and preferred observing the turbulent street scenes.