A Layla-shirted Duane smiling and reading what I'd guess is a manual.
Wail on, Skydog!
Duane making what was undoubtedly an insightful remark to Berry Oakley about something-or-other.
Possibly about the great safety features of the Volvo.
Wail on, Skydog!
I saw this percussion-based band, Tilly and the Wall, on Sesame Street and thought they were adorable:
After further googling, I'd say don't book them just yet for little Madison's birthday:
I like them either way, I just can't figure how in the world Sesame Street found them.
Duane and Dickey. Dag, some people had awesome seats.
Wail on, Skydog!
UPDATE:
Another pic from the same show.
There's way too much style and chicness in this town. I need to get back to Weston where even the youngest and prettiest girls just look like they're working some corner.
A wonderful place to be, even in the Winter.
UPDATE:
We're home! What an adventure!
Ninjas caught throwing stars at Duane, last night at Fillmore East .
Wail on, Skydog!
And the closeup:
We'll be heading out early in the morning for our return to Paris. On our way over we stayed out by the CDG airport and took the train into town, but this time we'll be staying in the center of Paris.
New Delhi is a foggy town and flight delays are frequent, so not surprisingly, ours already has been. But we're not at the airport, but still in our hotel, so all is well.
UPDATE:
In the business lounge in the New Delhi airport drinking latte and WI-FI-ing. No complaints.
I loved my first trip to India. Hopefully I'll get to come back here one day and it won't be for anyone's medical treatment!
UPDATE II:
We made it back to Paris and are staying about 50 ft. from the Sorbonne. And...Mr. Cracker has been eating everything in sight all day without choking!
View from our window, Sorbonne in right foreground.
We left early this morning for our roadtrip to Agra. I thought Delhi traffic was crazy, but this was beyond anything. Every conceivable type of conveyance was on the road, including donkey carts loaded with something like an unopened popped Jiffy Pop with portions for approximately 10,000. It's a good thing there aren't many underpasses here. I finally got to see my Brahma bulls a-wandering. And monkeys, buffaloes, camels, herds of goats, etc.
Our driver Sanjay was marvelous. He's totally NASCAR ready. Everyone makes their own lanes here, including two or three that are completely off the pavement.
We visited the Taj Mahal and something that astounded us even more, believe it or not, which was the Agra Fort. Only mental images from there though - the camera got left in the car. Our guide was very informative, though at the Fort he did linger a bit too long over his heavily painted word picture of the Emperor frolicking with the beautiful young harem girls in the perfumed pool.
Since I managed to photograph the world's most symmetrical monument as crookedly as possible, I'll spare you too many pics.
The main gate.
There are two kinds of people:
those who have seen the World's Largest Ball of Twine and those who haven't.
Mr. Cracker glimpsing the Taj Mahal for the first time. Note the intensity --
This is exactly how Anderson Cooper would do his glimpsing.
"Marble in the Mist," aka "With Digital There's No Such Thing As Wasting Film."
Lots of inlaying of jewels and general loveliness.
The world's fastest moving line.
While the outside of the monument is huge, the inside is quite small.
Sideview.
When you're at the monument to romantic love,
bring your sweetheart for cuddling and your cellphone for yacking.
West Virginia -- represent!
The nickname for a New Delhiite is a "Dilliwallah." A Delhi boss. The term for someone skilled in the art of taking photographs is a "photographer." I'm neither. So for really dynamite photos of New Delhi, check out Dilliwallah's photostream on Flickr.
This afternoon we went to the Lodi Gardens, which is something like Central Park if Central Park were not only a nice place to toss a frisbie but also full of 15th Century buildings. It's a cool and gorgeous 90 acres of people jogging the trails, tiny boys throwing those crazy cricket pitches to their dads, families having picnics, and couples taking romantic strolls. And today it had us.
Off to the Taj Mahal tomorrow.
Along the flagstone path, some beautiful buildings come into view.
Mr. Cracker moves in for a closer look.
I'd like to nibble right here. Frilly buildings look like cake to me.
Looking from one tomb to another. These dead folk really liked their windows.
Not a bad spot for reading a book.
Girl in bright salwar kameez (pants and tunic). And a sweater as it was a tad chilly.
Athpula Bridge (check out Dilliwallah's pic of this.)
On the way home: a family of four riding their vehicle, the mom sidesaddle in her pink sari.
