Little Buddha Cafe

I need to digest the news of my impending death (all things relative, okay?) and escape the afternoon swelter, so back to the Buddha cafe I go for a shaded, riverfront chai.

I escape for an hour or so before diving back to the streets to hunt for gifts. Other than walk the avenues, do yoga, mediates, and plan your life, there isnt a whole lot to do here. Not that I’m complaining.

So, I buy myself just one little token, a souvenir of having been up in Tibetan refugee land–a gorgeous coral necklace (I know, Dianne. Predictable.) and beaded bracelet–and go on the prowl for the other special people in my life.

I know that come Jaipur, I’ll regret having bought stuff here, but well, it IS the yoga capital of the world, right? It’s gotta have special juju. Even the Beatles thought so.

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