We went to the market near the apartment called Hadapsar Market. There were many vendors and shoppers – and just as many smells. We visited the stalls selling fruits, then vegetables, then spices. Some vendors were friendly, some were shy, some were pushy. When people saw our cameras, they asked if we would take their picture. If we wanted theirs, we would ask and most of the time they would say yes and put on a big smile. One woman selling us fruits, nodded that I could take her picture then thanked me. When she learned from us that the strawberry guy a few stalls down wouldn’t negotiate his price, she started to haggle with him for us. She did so by standing and yelling at him in Marathi (the local language of Maharashtra – the state/province that we are in).
Just like in Canada, vehicles break down. It seems to happen here not because of cold weather like Canada but because people get every kilometre out of them. The other day we saw a bus being pushed by a group of men (passengers who got down to help get it out of traffic). There was a long line of cars, motorcycles, rickshaws, and trucks behind them.