The Portals of Chandni Chowk

I call it the Law of Ganesha, whereby passing through any doorway requires something to be left behind and something new to be accepted. This is the human dilemma, and it is one that is not getting any easier as there are ever more of us in this world, all unsatisfied, desiring progress and development […]

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Walking the Old City

Gujarat has been at the crossroads of civilizations for longer than memory. Its most iconic city, Ahmedabad, still holds its unique architectural mix of Jainism, Hinduism and Islam. The comparison was inevitable: the old city was much cleaner and more preserved than my beloved Chandni Chowk in Delhi. Then there was the woodwork and the […]

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The Cosmos of Kerala

Cosmopolitan, before the word was invented by the ancient Greeks, who had already known of Kerala.

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Journey to Cuetzalan

Rain brought back memories that weren’t actually mine, including how my father ate fried ants in his native sierra.

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Chicago stories

How some things change and other things never change strikes me every time I return to the streets of my hometown.

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Sobre outros Rios | Paquetá Island

Que ilha você levaria para uma pessoa deserta? Fácil: Paquetá! |
The folkloric island in the middle of Guanabara Bay is not to be missed!

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Street Art – Rio | Arte de rua – Rio

O acervo está aberto: Passei 10 anos fotografando no Grande Centro do Rio de Janeiro | After 10 years photographing the urban art of Rio de Janeiro, the exhibition is open.

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Head-carrying | Carregar na cabeça

Although he hadn’t carried the jackfruit from its origins in the Western Ghats of India for the fruit to do so well in the Serra do Mar of Rio de Janeiro, I knew exactly where he had gotten it. And it seemed as no less of an incredible feat to have carried the heavy monster all the […]

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Carnaval | Rio de Janeiro

Minha predileta sempre será a BANDA DA CONCEIÇÃO | My favorite will always be Banda da Conceição

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Teoria de padaria

“Mermão…” berrou o gordo alegre, na roda dos amigos na padaria às 6:30 da manhã, sábado, naquela gritaria desagradável, mas engraçada, de concurso pneumático de macho carioca. “…O que você não aprende em casa, você aprende na rua…e a rua é o pior lugar para você aprender qualquer coisa!” Tomei o meu café em silêncio […]

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