We were asked to remove our shoes when we went in, and all women had to wear these stylish robes that covered us from neck to ankles.
Corn is scattered on the ground in the large courtyard for pigeons, who are believed to embody the souls of dead relatives.
We then went for our bicycle rickshaw ride through one of the oldest and busiest bazaars. The plaid shirt belongs to our cyclist. You can see how crowded the narrow alleys are, filled with pedestrians, motorcycles, hand carts, table set up to sell many wonderful things.
We there mid-afternoon, and the rickshaws served as school buses, taking kids home.