Feb 23, 2006 17:11
Walls adorned with rows of tiny, burning lamps
Tiled, ornate roofs and clean, cold floors
Sandy exteriors
Flag posts and a bejeweled idol that you can gaze at for hours (if the priests are bribed enough)
The smell of incense and flowers and sandalwood paste
The feel of coarse ash
The sounds of firecrackers as offering to the dweller within
- An experience that resists replication outside that state.