As we negotiated our way through pilgrims in their loin cloths and beautiful saris, along narrow flag stoned alleyways, dodging cows and their inevitable calling cards, it was like we had stepped back in time. Varanasi is a living, breathing, medieval town. The patina of hundreds of years of devotional life etched into its walls. The city is totally focussed on religion. Prayer and meditation taking precedent over the commercial imperatives of modern, materialistic life.
We were there for a fleeting moment in it’s history. But it still left us deeply touched by its reverence and beauty.