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An afternoon recovering from a long flight in the busy alleys of Old Delhi.

Lazarim, a village in the mountains of northern Portugal and its old Carnival made of alder masks.

Going back an forth on the ghats and along the Ganges. Something I could do for days if I went back to Varanasi.

The weeks in Cuba before the opening of the American Embassy in Havana, in anticipation of the changes that might come but still haven't arrived, ended up being the main tone of my weeks in Cuba.