Lions and angels watching over us. A young artist I met was worried that there is not a place for God to have a home in our society...which he depicts by showing the detached part of the Buddhist temple...God has no home he said. Another artist I met runs an art school for kids after school, she also did the big charcoal drawings of peppers. There are 130 languages spoken in Nepal.

At KU, Kathmandu University, everyone greets each other with the hands together, and namaste, then they
shake your hand, then they hold your hand. Same thing in the little
stores here. the street vendors seem to think selling is more of a joking game.
Or maybe this is all my imagination. But I feel like when I buy something in
one of the small shops, I have made a friend for life. Like the ginger honey tea, for example...which symbolizes Kathmandu, a quiet peaceful cup of tea, served carefully and politely, while outside is the chaos of unpaved streets, construction, almost being run over every minute, lots of honking, wild mix of smells, dogs, children in school uniforms, lots of motorbikes all running on very narrow streets.
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