While out for lunch on Thursday I snapped photos along the way. One of the things the locals joke about is the number of photos of cows the westerners take.
I’m guilty… there’s something strangely fascinating about watching a cow pick its way through garbage to find that one juicy plastic bag that I can’t seem to resist. I feel compelled to take photos.
Lunch was at Shanti Sagr, which is known for its dosas (and the coffee is pretty darn good too). I ordered a paper masala dosa because I haven’t had one in over 10 years. I felt a bit nostalgic when I had my first bite. After the whole thing however, I was ready to try something different. I’d forgotten how greasy they are.
