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Tuesday, 4 June 2013

48 hours in Delhi

Here's a column I wrote for fun during my last stay in Delhi. I was inspired to me common articles of the type "48 hour to...". ». Good reading!

The largest mosque of India: Jama MasjidDelhi is the meeting of travellers between two planes, two trains or two cows. Passage, few seem to appreciate the perpetual mess of the Indian capital. Waste in the streets, inhuman traffic, insomniacs noises, hustlers and insistent vendors. A portrait little seductive, of course, but let me tell you that two days in Delhi can also be a good memory. The stuff? Letting lulled and, above all, travel light: passport and sense of humor. Day 1, 9 h: first steps

Right hand washed, we began our stay by a lunch of South India; a masala dosa. I.e. a crepe crispy, topped with a potato curry, accompanied by sauces, that is eaten without utensils. Good at licking fingers.

The plan of this morning is to take the pulse of the city. In the heart of the activity, we amble in life that unfolds before our eyes. At the corner of the street, an old lady selling bananas and not far away, a father holds a kiosk of apples in which her young son is sitting. A delivery of flour carries his nest egg in a cart pulled by an imposing Ox while autorickshaws (small three-wheeled vehicles) roam the streets noisily looking for customers. We spend our turn, because we arrive precisely at the metro station. It is clearly specified that it is forbidden to sit on the roof of the train! We therefore take place on board.

noon: Old Delhi


It sends two of spicy samosas (pocket of dough in the shape of pyramid topped with vegetables) and a chai tea. Strongly the food in the streets of old Delhi. Fifty-four horns later (3 minutes) space emerges and gives way to a huge building. Red Fort and its parks occupied us for a few hours, we initiating mogul architecture. Very interesting. Twenty minute walk, one enters the Meena Bazaar. This large merchants entwined animals and beggars alley leads to the largest mosque in the country: Jama Masjid. The silent atmosphere is broken by the flight of pigeons. Barefoot, we flânons between the minarets until we are asked to get out, 30 minutes before the sunset.

7 pm: unmissable shopping

Back in the hotel area, following a great walk through surprises, we stop in a small modest restaurant of Pajar Ganj. Plastic chairs, the thali to $ 0.75 did the job; rice, vegetable curry, soup of lentils and chapati. A black tea and we go do the shops and stalls. Proving effective and amusing shopping: four pairs of shoes and sandals in leather, earrings (my blonde spoils), two tunics, a carrying case, four scarves, a kilo of spices (I spoils me), tea and bracelets: under $ 75, but a lot of haggling! It falls asleep quickly.

Day 2, 8 h: quiet terrace

The day begins gently with a good meal on the terrace of the Sam Café. From the roof, we observe the Main Bazaar Road sheaf which is aptly named. From above, the disorder is aesthetic. The hours pass under the winter sun (20ºC!). Israeli lunch reminds us that we are in the capital offering a great culinary diversity. Take advantage of it.

11 h: typical visits

Another autorickshaw leads us in a little less common corner of the city. The temple Lakshmi Marayan (Birla Mandir), the tourist is viewer of true Hindu spirituality. We observe it discreetly of the corner of his eye, forbidden photo. Indians are prayer, women wear their finest saris and the architecture is particularly beautiful. Behind, a park allows us to take a picture of the temple. Nice visit.

Barely three kilometres to the East, we find ourselves at the foot of the India Gate, a Memorial built in honour of Indian soldiers who fought everywhere on the planet. Nearby, it is the festival of itinerant traders of all kinds: ice cream, balloons, soft drinks, postcards, razors shaving - even though sellers often do not have the age of shave...

15 h: Connaught Place

The large park of Connaught Place surprises by its tranquility in the middle of traffic in circular movement. After the tour, we decide to test the chic and trendy city. It is around the place that in the colonial buildings, there are screams past shops and restaurants high range. Walking without knowing where to go. Why not take an aperitif at the Mirchi? Its sign is pretty. We order a cold Kingfisher and a mouthful to carnivore this establishment of kebabs and curries: sheep Mughals Pakistani chicken. Not to be missed.

20 h: late classic

We conclude our stay in Delhi with a dinner in a culinary institution of class. Decoration of the 1940s, servers in suits and pink in the middle of the table; the United Coffee House provides in art to stimulate the taste buds (and to burn their lips!).

The butter chicken leads straight to seventh heaven.

Delhi-heaven.

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