The fish are everywhere. Heaped high on tables. Drying in copious quantities on front porches. Flaying in ingenious, net back-pockets of weathered fishermen. Swimming in fiery red curries. And being licked lazily by cats who treat these abundant morsels, less like food and more like extensions of their paws. There’s so much of fish around, … Continue reading Korlai Fort. A taste of Portugal in the Konkan.
I wouldn’t be surprised if my tea came with a melting square raft of butter in Amritsar. This sinful fat stares at you on everything you eat and the Amritsaris make no attempt to hide it
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