tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33485872448763005382024-03-13T18:16:12.609+01:00RĂªves d'IndeThis blog will show images from my summer trip to India. I stayed two months there, first going to shoot images of Widows in Vrindavan .<a href="http://widowsofvrindavan.blogspot.com/">widowsofvrindavan.blogspot.com/</a>.
Then I headed toward Rajasthan, a place I already visited twice before.Claude Renaulthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17304245547066439903noreply@blogger.comBlogger120125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3348587244876300538.post-27485916273864413652007-12-20T11:45:00.001+01:002008-12-09T10:52:28.096+01:00Wool. Nawalghar. Rajasthan<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiodCOlyaJ_S8ZM3_aZppQmz4as3UHVltQ-S2DY49FnPFDipkP4Fc4FgWJQ0n8JGTgGhCWcge_WKW0vvhIbYe-jNd1JkU_6fAsxH_xXBoNCixM61HqywLckgbI7xkNFvHfLXicbJTCba8w/s1600-h/_MG_7430.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiodCOlyaJ_S8ZM3_aZppQmz4as3UHVltQ-S2DY49FnPFDipkP4Fc4FgWJQ0n8JGTgGhCWcge_WKW0vvhIbYe-jNd1JkU_6fAsxH_xXBoNCixM61HqywLckgbI7xkNFvHfLXicbJTCba8w/s400/_MG_7430.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146004509188692130" /></a><br />An Indian woman cleaning up wool imported from China in a small workshop of Nawalghar<br /><br /><a href="http://www.claude-renault.fr">www.claude-renault.fr</a>Claude Renaulthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17304245547066439903noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3348587244876300538.post-66260078511498533242007-12-06T10:17:00.001+01:002008-12-09T10:52:28.183+01:00Red. Pushkar . Rajasthan<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizItDWMlwD3gAnRyb0FwS59le9EwittxVYc6ExcYG4vTZhYd3VnmRfvt6RG4L8hVTtwwOQPJx7EJtbzMBlNSLwwauYKSOayHLIgwHHwTAB_xSBwRzNnNc_I1ogJp_SqMuCrVbtwvOdjaJd/s1600-h/_MG_8694.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizItDWMlwD3gAnRyb0FwS59le9EwittxVYc6ExcYG4vTZhYd3VnmRfvt6RG4L8hVTtwwOQPJx7EJtbzMBlNSLwwauYKSOayHLIgwHHwTAB_xSBwRzNnNc_I1ogJp_SqMuCrVbtwvOdjaJd/s400/_MG_8694.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140786945895975090" /></a><br />An Indian woman picking up flowers in a garden of Pushkar. <br />Those are mostly used in temples around townClaude Renaulthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17304245547066439903noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3348587244876300538.post-51129243014503838112007-12-05T09:01:00.003+01:002008-12-09T10:52:28.361+01:00Colorful Rest. Jaisalmer.Rajasthan<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg73Py1hmDGJeHceTxYAM2FfoNb-N0pYZ7ETQhvD8xb83aAOv8HddnH6b5xn2KGdBjxlO6DLmjxNEzxiEGqSUU5jKeBLt_B4SdrihecKw3DM2X-eAEyVknSf80Cd4ej9vziBS-vJ9rDVY8P/s1600-h/_MG_7960.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg73Py1hmDGJeHceTxYAM2FfoNb-N0pYZ7ETQhvD8xb83aAOv8HddnH6b5xn2KGdBjxlO6DLmjxNEzxiEGqSUU5jKeBLt_B4SdrihecKw3DM2X-eAEyVknSf80Cd4ej9vziBS-vJ9rDVY8P/s400/_MG_7960.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140396069512300706" /></a><br />Indian women resting on the threshold of their house inside the fort of JaisalmerClaude Renaulthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17304245547066439903noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3348587244876300538.post-62875629418785844072007-12-03T13:37:00.003+01:002008-12-09T10:52:28.484+01:00Opium Ceremonial. Near Jodhpur. Rajasthan<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLXwRqHMfyDoCmhEGiIFQ6YvF-WVYKstgNw_B6P6-sixAnh1SU99K0ykVn7h3BDlVhnKjnW7Vj2NI66RaPquhAPJMAe5zBCkA-OCm3Z_yjfvQJ09vc6T2kWpI64zHXCV2EadA-ijs3OC8c/s1600-r/_MG_8177.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgD75350wAFFhQFutZztlovnQxA2emq9RRVfnmwu4Lz9e_vWOOd7SuXEJ9VkwPETxhPkBhTp5TBhlqw7wz5qfnQAVAHumg1tJQyCM6ISmp2ysnwPlLFNxmhN1Vblx_wEBWgaPuEdtk1YfBO/s400/_MG_8177.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139725285814978706" /></a><br />Enchie's husband drinking the distilled opium, a morning ceremonial in the Bishnoi families. I tried it, but it really taste like water a bit of sugar...<br /><a href="http://www.claude-renault.fr">www.claude-renault.fr</a>Claude Renaulthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17304245547066439903noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3348587244876300538.post-30347022235107810302007-12-03T12:41:00.000+01:002008-12-09T10:52:28.636+01:00Poverty. Moti Bagh. New Delhi<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2MFW3A54ckhGiMuPmzadysBWdR2dKR3oT4HWa7QipLZgTjc_mS5GKe-hWaTJGySBX3FVP13JIDIrqIAWrfbxNIFPEOgmSgLiWxNnqZVKu3Tp49gYbFKza5ijv_HDGD0lQ1zxNPOqvwRY/s1600-r/IMG_1419.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUOvuwGCqy8_M_aDwsFTeC0MJCj6ODoeBnAD7M_Os_vwNKbbx2B2HXVmnL3ZJE_eotTq_fo7gFzeJXOTilC1Iwv1s7ingCXAGSMSA2szLYNtVdHA8C3w8PqKWpmhoZDdGfPd7VcV4S9jk/s400/IMG_1419.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138664804926450594" /></a><br />An Indian woman cleaning up rice in front of her house as her husband sits behind her on the traditional "Charpoi". It's shot in a slum of Moti Bagh, in New Dehli. <br />I was disturbed after shooting this image because of the sadness, almost distress shown in the eyes of her husband.Claude Renaulthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17304245547066439903noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3348587244876300538.post-19591584760289694482007-11-30T16:20:00.001+01:002008-12-09T10:52:28.763+01:00Opium. Near Jodhpur. Rajasthan<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEid1WBTEG3Jk_tzmQepo21lXbdBnd0RpAI4JAvnBB3sO0AHxj_S5m2NpHyIIGFvK_xe5hk8LmPKMsDf-MPVIwBdr67x8us-wLLB9o8K8N9LDIpWYNpwzt-H23VbeGYez4cP6MFKLnBYTm-a/s1600-r/_MG_3979.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOuFJlwdcPNNZtrUnzrn6GiUYMJX5qBk6svdXHXr69C6_yBIXQD_cwLsH8SDNBdlYxkR9XbSsZUn_LCfakupm7mItRT8tM1wTjfV9njnSJ9UqcS9Z7dJ08JPmKMuXx2_bnN01WggL57Vkw/s400/_MG_3979.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138653895709518738" /></a><br />Enchie's husband preparing the ritual Opium ceremonial in a Bishnoi family in a village south of Jodhpur.Claude Renaulthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17304245547066439903noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3348587244876300538.post-76620721486331273882007-11-26T16:44:00.001+01:002008-12-09T10:52:28.869+01:00Rice. Bikaner. Rajasthan<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhntx0zTzkp_x2CvsInNhyphenhyphenk7EKGkC6EQjl1taREKkQ8z3PuIJd7tctOxjiYnpoikpQY9uOkFdXFSbZi0EFulUVGvdscuHTk1K_ROJbAUfJAWJAjF1U19DRzKv9wCHLpzsgst7QchxSc36p9/s1600-h/_MG_3284.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhntx0zTzkp_x2CvsInNhyphenhyphenk7EKGkC6EQjl1taREKkQ8z3PuIJd7tctOxjiYnpoikpQY9uOkFdXFSbZi0EFulUVGvdscuHTk1K_ROJbAUfJAWJAjF1U19DRzKv9wCHLpzsgst7QchxSc36p9/s400/_MG_3284.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137176049002572610" /></a><br />A kid cleaning up rice on a sidewalk in BikanerClaude Renaulthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17304245547066439903noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3348587244876300538.post-28776700101496575802007-11-26T13:35:00.000+01:002008-12-09T10:52:28.995+01:00Night Colors. Pushkar. Rajasthan<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgk36kwuQk-yKgykmww_ksnIhNkOJU94gYIOSt3tmy2PHFNuIP_dJo433W2Ly-TbvVPenomPgI5g-mhhTDqh15qKG4ZpIP_kQ9ppGG0NkEGz6vmkJ5_yIlfaTlxfvYcFQum9D0-upjf5y-D/s1600-h/_MG_8496.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgk36kwuQk-yKgykmww_ksnIhNkOJU94gYIOSt3tmy2PHFNuIP_dJo433W2Ly-TbvVPenomPgI5g-mhhTDqh15qKG4ZpIP_kQ9ppGG0NkEGz6vmkJ5_yIlfaTlxfvYcFQum9D0-upjf5y-D/s400/_MG_8496.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137126901691804450" /></a><br />Poor people getting ready to spend the night on a side walk in PushkarClaude Renaulthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17304245547066439903noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3348587244876300538.post-25471014830296501202007-11-19T13:42:00.001+01:002008-12-09T10:52:29.179+01:00Haveli. mandawa. Rajasthan<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEix1IfOK9u3Txt1M8vjEtZnD8NTG8A8KOEAJ3suFzhHevdGCaixA2bMv-gcvB4LskbeW6WTUqzOOa_cIprPy2CqsYjgFeXXYU0F8uUIAw0JEubrUUa7ly9yqK8BGgNEHQ1HbVxuiIfn7BWk/s1600-h/_MG_3155.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEix1IfOK9u3Txt1M8vjEtZnD8NTG8A8KOEAJ3suFzhHevdGCaixA2bMv-gcvB4LskbeW6WTUqzOOa_cIprPy2CqsYjgFeXXYU0F8uUIAw0JEubrUUa7ly9yqK8BGgNEHQ1HbVxuiIfn7BWk/s400/_MG_3155.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134531165192022754" /></a><br />A woman passing by an old haveli covred with paintings in the little town of MandawaClaude Renaulthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17304245547066439903noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3348587244876300538.post-20779709501113628722007-11-12T17:37:00.000+01:002008-12-09T10:52:29.361+01:00Bus. Jaipur. Rajasthan<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieoDy84AJi4WwwcEedMh4ZEerytU8niVfEQCE1z83fgB2PO9mYNNkycXgOS0ILfhyphenhyphenYsnDYkWvNl_D8fzz6KuocwZPelZlqioUhH-JVUgFlOUwptrmwyrLhI5MCdFVNnTGyyKfy-HuSi7mv/s1600-h/_MG_4308.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieoDy84AJi4WwwcEedMh4ZEerytU8niVfEQCE1z83fgB2PO9mYNNkycXgOS0ILfhyphenhyphenYsnDYkWvNl_D8fzz6KuocwZPelZlqioUhH-JVUgFlOUwptrmwyrLhI5MCdFVNnTGyyKfy-HuSi7mv/s400/_MG_4308.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131994120049005970" /></a><br />A bus leaving JaipurClaude Renaulthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17304245547066439903noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3348587244876300538.post-68633809003882024392007-11-11T11:30:00.000+01:002008-12-09T10:52:29.521+01:00Brahmins. Mathura. Uttar Pradesh<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiN1l9sUJJMJMK_k6y7a_NWdrmRYWTZVS1OT2yvnKy7KLOV6BC8ynjo_4eJcc73Hm7zZcdsSg900kd82ikL7moK-huJt_a0WBXdmQX5GDpiVaaNdvwwjS82LLpCJhIJn-oq6_S60cUTrMlw/s1600-h/_MG_4098.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiN1l9sUJJMJMK_k6y7a_NWdrmRYWTZVS1OT2yvnKy7KLOV6BC8ynjo_4eJcc73Hm7zZcdsSg900kd82ikL7moK-huJt_a0WBXdmQX5GDpiVaaNdvwwjS82LLpCJhIJn-oq6_S60cUTrMlw/s400/_MG_4098.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131528588543792498" /></a><br /><br />Praying inside the temple alongside the sacred Yamuna River in Mathura.<br />Mathura is reputed to be the birthplace of Krishna, Krishnajanmabhoomi. The Keshav Dev temple was built in ancient times on the site of Krishna's supposed birthplace (an underground prison). As per epic Mahabharata, Mathura was the capital of the Surasena Kingdom, ruled by Kansa the maternal uncle of Krishna.Claude Renaulthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17304245547066439903noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3348587244876300538.post-5253508125645141612007-11-01T11:25:00.000+01:002008-12-09T10:52:29.671+01:00Monsoon. Vrindavan. Uttar Pradesh<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEik7yBdcjqTcd5zjtPz_FJwq_nVy-rCWfxDBsxz2eMzBQ8INNSVVAEplOFNKJiqO3sBuOf7TxUV2O52AgdKxaihV9USPalMxcCaBSaCfIkfm7aZLfOncaVYz3rmJNQlI4rqpWMwL24_4CId/s1600-h/_MG_4784.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEik7yBdcjqTcd5zjtPz_FJwq_nVy-rCWfxDBsxz2eMzBQ8INNSVVAEplOFNKJiqO3sBuOf7TxUV2O52AgdKxaihV9USPalMxcCaBSaCfIkfm7aZLfOncaVYz3rmJNQlI4rqpWMwL24_4CId/s400/_MG_4784.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127816315373432994" /></a><br /><br />Pilgrims in Vrindavan during the MonsoonClaude Renaulthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17304245547066439903noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3348587244876300538.post-42077572062428945842007-11-01T11:23:00.000+01:002008-12-09T10:52:29.760+01:00Paintings. Jhunjhunu. Rajasthan<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTfJ-1p7xy5no_9Ob1C2FnvSA7uxwfCwfpXttlj8deZtLsDaDLfZkbHy5WfBEhenoInyUss2aI6q2GpYBYjumrwuJj11KP2-UmLEoZvF0ZosSVer67jzy7kl4QVjNrP0d0-cYtZMPTUaS6/s1600-h/_MG_7306.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTfJ-1p7xy5no_9Ob1C2FnvSA7uxwfCwfpXttlj8deZtLsDaDLfZkbHy5WfBEhenoInyUss2aI6q2GpYBYjumrwuJj11KP2-UmLEoZvF0ZosSVer67jzy7kl4QVjNrP0d0-cYtZMPTUaS6/s400/_MG_7306.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127815808567292050" /></a><br /><br />A painter decorating a wall in the little town of JhunjhunuClaude Renaulthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17304245547066439903noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3348587244876300538.post-57284007620778608662007-11-01T11:22:00.001+01:002008-12-09T10:52:29.932+01:00Stret Life. Jaisalmer. Rajasthan<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjI4TCCWD7w96d2oZbQRwjuTlp7fhJNEC38Rnx-R69VgElhEQSlLRNSULzkGjRu3pfYpeVibMeZYGKdsXkYo-yjSUa4ExgSobZrAGKAZECPGlL6OuJ9OBVR000_xAAct4mmY4oqwB3B8GBh/s1600-h/_MG_3524.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjI4TCCWD7w96d2oZbQRwjuTlp7fhJNEC38Rnx-R69VgElhEQSlLRNSULzkGjRu3pfYpeVibMeZYGKdsXkYo-yjSUa4ExgSobZrAGKAZECPGlL6OuJ9OBVR000_xAAct4mmY4oqwB3B8GBh/s400/_MG_3524.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127815469264875650" /></a>Claude Renaulthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17304245547066439903noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3348587244876300538.post-56061888655387607002007-10-27T10:59:00.001+02:002008-12-09T10:52:30.102+01:00Market. Jaisalmer. Rajasthan<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifZ0HOD-1mTpUhBzveqVSdEBFCnKoVonGQ6tSapQSoDlzOkMjIFSggaXvOHHYYg1SKkvhlIHWDDfLyiDmijC6ALB7sAmPzK8pJ_-smN40dA3lbuOhD1BSD1zYMn9VAmV1hyNnQYJVrA8h1/s1600-h/_MG_3679.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifZ0HOD-1mTpUhBzveqVSdEBFCnKoVonGQ6tSapQSoDlzOkMjIFSggaXvOHHYYg1SKkvhlIHWDDfLyiDmijC6ALB7sAmPzK8pJ_-smN40dA3lbuOhD1BSD1zYMn9VAmV1hyNnQYJVrA8h1/s400/_MG_3679.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125938611506196066" /></a><br />Selling veggies on the maket in JaisalmerClaude Renaulthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17304245547066439903noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3348587244876300538.post-65394638849469947662007-10-26T08:44:00.001+02:002008-12-09T10:52:30.209+01:00Magi. Jaisalmer. Rajasthan<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRbV7iUVJI6C5FUGplp9OL_Ai4Qj3w4m6QNOmPw7H5vKQ_aftFOgMnSgr_2jk5YUUSZTkHXklRcyZNtujpWM_hyNrwpsTbJH7efiM79jcPf7AF8NfkOqYT3KiEBgJrbq2NYLSi3ehe5ls/s1600-h/_MG_7892.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRbV7iUVJI6C5FUGplp9OL_Ai4Qj3w4m6QNOmPw7H5vKQ_aftFOgMnSgr_2jk5YUUSZTkHXklRcyZNtujpWM_hyNrwpsTbJH7efiM79jcPf7AF8NfkOqYT3KiEBgJrbq2NYLSi3ehe5ls/s400/_MG_7892.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124944768629200162" /></a><br />Magi, a veggie seller on a little market in jaisalmerClaude Renaulthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17304245547066439903noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3348587244876300538.post-46976016631521061092007-10-21T17:35:00.001+02:002008-12-09T10:52:30.626+01:00Ricefields. Bhaktapur. Nepal<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg65hWLEouJeML1miQRiuB4vclHdr6NmAvQgBKxOCqADeOWB_HGc8y51HQdcT5k0vdT56M64Dfw9ZT0rPbhwg6ie3uQX3S-rUjAUmul4Mf8Y__q6Gnn7q705zlT1fbI6riXdQHiDJfbFT2A/s1600-h/1467112626_dfe64f2cf8_o.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg65hWLEouJeML1miQRiuB4vclHdr6NmAvQgBKxOCqADeOWB_HGc8y51HQdcT5k0vdT56M64Dfw9ZT0rPbhwg6ie3uQX3S-rUjAUmul4Mf8Y__q6Gnn7q705zlT1fbI6riXdQHiDJfbFT2A/s400/1467112626_dfe64f2cf8_o.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123814230157677842" /></a><br />Nepalese women working in ricefields around the nice medieval town of Bhaktapur, not far from KatmandhuClaude Renaulthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17304245547066439903noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3348587244876300538.post-26113527687948931812007-10-20T14:02:00.000+02:002008-12-09T10:52:30.755+01:00Tika. Mathura. Uttar Pradesh<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsR5HWJkxu-ReO7B5AgD1dltRtMhk9sHQXU6gRWDhdPbQTgv1sKZdioD7m374pZD65ZyXM42Mw_7SliewpFGBCkBgcmHOjKmVPdp3eO85I5_NSvmQIzj__ZLlwpPst5eXhmCuTHUpBa-iH/s1600-h/_MG_3978.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsR5HWJkxu-ReO7B5AgD1dltRtMhk9sHQXU6gRWDhdPbQTgv1sKZdioD7m374pZD65ZyXM42Mw_7SliewpFGBCkBgcmHOjKmVPdp3eO85I5_NSvmQIzj__ZLlwpPst5eXhmCuTHUpBa-iH/s400/_MG_3978.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123388319725769986" /></a><br />On the Ghats in Mathura, the birth place of Lord KrishnaClaude Renaulthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17304245547066439903noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3348587244876300538.post-27748330893934033432007-10-19T11:13:00.001+02:002008-12-09T10:52:30.856+01:00Sadhu. Mathura. Uttar Pradesh<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgX1czD_ndG_zBttBTymJzcOlpitE2DUMFG_W4ihkR7KsicDADKAYsdFxUSUxIcg1AAICagamNr1kPOBIPBiyKgfDyRcHz-fvaoDxuWjrKSUQBKpMf43R3T45yf7GADSd_TWLK_JMOF3vZF/s1600-h/_MG_3904.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgX1czD_ndG_zBttBTymJzcOlpitE2DUMFG_W4ihkR7KsicDADKAYsdFxUSUxIcg1AAICagamNr1kPOBIPBiyKgfDyRcHz-fvaoDxuWjrKSUQBKpMf43R3T45yf7GADSd_TWLK_JMOF3vZF/s400/_MG_3904.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122973632043406578" /></a><br />A sadhu inside a colorful temple alongside the sacred river Yamuna in MathuraClaude Renaulthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17304245547066439903noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3348587244876300538.post-69991703359799086142007-10-15T17:37:00.000+02:002008-12-09T10:52:30.979+01:00Couleurs. Jodhpur. Rajasthan<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEin6oX5objdwnXiI_1mG9bh4yzruimOaQf5XF7yX0xj30MZzisFZGbWBJhTayRtQdXo6F2c1NHI929Ry_wXGgBv_76452CRpgd5cfI7I6pCDCZzWZX3qHjw6bN3YbnmOk80NhtDRq6Bw2M/s1600-h/_MG_8104.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEin6oX5objdwnXiI_1mG9bh4yzruimOaQf5XF7yX0xj30MZzisFZGbWBJhTayRtQdXo6F2c1NHI929Ry_wXGgBv_76452CRpgd5cfI7I6pCDCZzWZX3qHjw6bN3YbnmOk80NhtDRq6Bw2M/s400/_MG_8104.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116794106112364386" /></a><br /><br />I really can't resist the color combinations one can find in India. Just incredible.<br />I never saw a country with a sense of colors like IndiaClaude Renaulthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17304245547066439903noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3348587244876300538.post-4864313150423597122007-10-15T16:30:00.000+02:002008-12-09T10:52:31.075+01:00Water. Neemrana<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKsYcTCjJ1PAka_EFp04bes09OsfmUyRlP-b1cBZ0cC4GOehuNyTGMVM_OP7eIDTv_47Vlo2t0ZnieSMSA1gLz0Lt1WxKSmhbSHLDaDA61xJynIidJ7kaOSZDeNYGyhsCsFii3iVoN547u/s1600-h/_MG_5528.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKsYcTCjJ1PAka_EFp04bes09OsfmUyRlP-b1cBZ0cC4GOehuNyTGMVM_OP7eIDTv_47Vlo2t0ZnieSMSA1gLz0Lt1WxKSmhbSHLDaDA61xJynIidJ7kaOSZDeNYGyhsCsFii3iVoN547u/s400/_MG_5528.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121571007393682546" /></a><br />Reaching for water in a littler hamlet not far from NeemranaClaude Renaulthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17304245547066439903noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3348587244876300538.post-36010039743418044492007-10-15T16:26:00.001+02:002008-12-09T10:52:31.199+01:00Welcome. Alwar<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQv2bKWzmyczfztxtttZBXZbb1QiKIiYmf_3SNJ2-Xy0FtJW_h8DYXyLpy9Ck9h4-kTFOZZzPVkobl2NTCTtyNAJBdT0wkpKOjWvlba3lLeiP_LhUwSQZu74glHIK2I0I9ygy16ueTnHO8/s1600-h/_MG_5316.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQv2bKWzmyczfztxtttZBXZbb1QiKIiYmf_3SNJ2-Xy0FtJW_h8DYXyLpy9Ck9h4-kTFOZZzPVkobl2NTCTtyNAJBdT0wkpKOjWvlba3lLeiP_LhUwSQZu74glHIK2I0I9ygy16ueTnHO8/s400/_MG_5316.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121569869227349058" /></a><br />The tourist is always welcome in India !!Claude Renaulthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17304245547066439903noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3348587244876300538.post-15830426541859075462007-10-13T17:08:00.000+02:002008-12-09T10:52:31.312+01:00Back from the Well. Neemrana.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgc6Wr5xNtuRJ2vVlPoUm3K74T07otx54kFMpWGFSN3oCW57HC7cCcjs-Ljd90vWhQ6TEWHuUNmqX8lJBB4UqPR-1O0Im5UzoqzdqlTnGu9NRNWqj7mqeKogP2mLAhUmuN0DyGtdZQGmGg5/s1600-h/_MG_5722.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgc6Wr5xNtuRJ2vVlPoUm3K74T07otx54kFMpWGFSN3oCW57HC7cCcjs-Ljd90vWhQ6TEWHuUNmqX8lJBB4UqPR-1O0Im5UzoqzdqlTnGu9NRNWqj7mqeKogP2mLAhUmuN0DyGtdZQGmGg5/s400/_MG_5722.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120838616685466642" /></a><br />A girl coming back home from the Well in NeemranaClaude Renaulthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17304245547066439903noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3348587244876300538.post-12482356060421887652007-10-12T14:27:00.001+02:002008-12-09T10:52:31.425+01:00Grain Cleaning. Jodhpur<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg78c4J264PzqpFWx-bYmNEIJxD0fJoGk-rtHWxcbxGK0XoSC8irhvJa1R1R-4lkSFTjAlzFqHkUice7TcPtRWKeZTPwZMRGN3moJAQK6iNjGmrUORyMZKHMXQW_45nVGCx7hsIU86kjm0X/s1600-h/_MG_8283.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg78c4J264PzqpFWx-bYmNEIJxD0fJoGk-rtHWxcbxGK0XoSC8irhvJa1R1R-4lkSFTjAlzFqHkUice7TcPtRWKeZTPwZMRGN3moJAQK6iNjGmrUORyMZKHMXQW_45nVGCx7hsIU86kjm0X/s400/_MG_8283.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120426059306882002" /></a>Claude Renaulthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17304245547066439903noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3348587244876300538.post-13229621484548788852007-10-12T14:26:00.003+02:002008-12-09T10:52:31.561+01:00Door. Jodhpur. Rajasthan<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbYJTSZKiFqfBC9w7XAoA9ndnbR-evyMMXoGa-zD_uOZxfU46Oz4C-ULPits_Dczxaox7J7QFisyri2dUPB6c33Ffu_KSuQKTTEeE76BF9WZwj7n5nt7x6JLW4mz7nkAK7VKXgWOf2_OGR/s1600-h/_MG_8347.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbYJTSZKiFqfBC9w7XAoA9ndnbR-evyMMXoGa-zD_uOZxfU46Oz4C-ULPits_Dczxaox7J7QFisyri2dUPB6c33Ffu_KSuQKTTEeE76BF9WZwj7n5nt7x6JLW4mz7nkAK7VKXgWOf2_OGR/s400/_MG_8347.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120425681349759938" /></a><br />A nice house in the old part of town.Claude Renaulthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17304245547066439903noreply@blogger.com