This week I am not posting just doors, doors in a vacuum. Instead, these Old Delhi doors are in the background of some kind of activity. The first door is in front of a streetwalk market. There is an awning, rolled up against the wall, which will be unfurled when the sunshine starts baking the veg.
I missed the photograph here. This goat was nibbling at the man’s jacket, but as soon as I raised my camera, it stopped. Nice spotty legs, though. The iron door behind it is not very attractive.
These men were not keen on appearing in the shot, so they turned their backs on me. It looks like they are sorting out their vegetable shopping. Plastic bags are ubiquitous here. I like the decoration of the fanlight, but again, the door isn’t anything to write home/here about.
This is an archway to a go-down, or warehouse. The goods have spilled out onto the street, wooden boxes filled with treasure. Don’t worry about the electrical wires, this is par for the course in Old Delhi. The guardian doesn’t look very impressed.
One of the streets in Old Delhi specialises in paper, decorations, wedding invitation cards, calendars and posters. I didn’t try, but I could probably easily lift this huge sack of discarded silver and gold wrapping papers. But where is it going? To be recycled?
A man selling balloons outside the green doors of a mosque. The balloons are celebrating the birth of a baby – pink for girls, blue for boys. In Delhi, for every 1000 baby boys, only 800 or so girls are born. Perhaps that explains why he has five pink and just two blue balloons. Or perhaps there is another reason.
Scooters are almost as common as motorbikes in Delhi. They are easier for women to ride when they are wearing saris. Children can stand up in the footwell and hold onto the handlebars. This row of shopfronts is punctuated by two doors, one with a crenellated arch, the other with a pointed arch.
I love the garish colours, pink and orange together, yellow and red for the mini shrines either side of the gateway. The man in shorts and a stripy shirt is buying something from a street trader, just out of shot.
Here’s a dog guarding a door. Look at the smaller door on the left. The star images are a common motif in Moghul architecture.
Another installment next week.