Mumbai magic

It's been two weeks since the latest series of terrorist bombings in Mumbai, something most Americans probably have forgotten about by now. For those with no first-hand knowledge of the city, it's just a place name, perhaps some gruesome footage of the aftermath, and then it's history.

Not for us.

Mumbai is a city I've resisted for years, but in January, I fell in love with it. A series of serendipitous events, and encounters with some of the warmest, most helpful people on the planet, exactly when we needed them the most, turned me into an ardent admirer of India's largest city.

And then this month, another attack. How sad.

In homage to "my" Mumbai, here are a few photos from our special week in a special place:

Friendly kids check me out in Marol Village in the Andheri East area of suburban Mumbai.

Women shop for carrots from a street vendor.  (Yes, these carrots are more red than orange.  They're also quite sweet,)

There are shade trees and walkable streets in the suburbs.

A lineman at work with a tangle of electric cables as dusk approaches. 

And the next afternoon, here he is again:

Sunset football on the beach at Mahim, another suburb.

Finally, night.  At a bus stop in Marol:

For more photos, of Mumbai and other cities large and small, see my albums on Facebook. There are many, many pictures yet to be posted there. With my cataracts gone and my new glasses on, I can finally see well enough to resume editing photos.

Sara