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A Rabari man enters a village with his caravan.Freshly dyed yarns are hung waiting to be woven into shawls.The blacksmiths are known as 'lohar". This man has developed a successful business making bells.Here are a few of the bells he has made for the tourist trade. The bells made the most beautiful sound. We were compelled to buy them!You are inside a 'bhunga' which is the name for the huts of Gujarat tribal people. The huts are round with conical roofs. Here is a window with a 'screen' fashioned from tree branches. I think it is clever.A Black Rabari woman is shy when we enter her courtyard.A young man bends to his weaving. They worked in a comfortable shop open to the fresh air.Another shot of the weaver. I got down on my knees to get this shot. Let's call it an abstract, shall we?The news flew through the village that tourists were coming down the street and this little boy ran to peer at us.Dinner time at one of the 'home stays' in a Maharajah's country home. This young man perfumed the room with incense.A caravan of Rabari women who are moving camp. They had to travel down the side of the highway. The camels were quite calm; the women were good at handling them.This is a caravan of Jhat people. There are several types of Jhat. Too bad these weren't the ones with the huge nose rings. At first the women and their leader, a man, were scowling at us and tried to walk faster to avoid our cameras. They called out that we "had everything" and yet we were taking from them for our own purposes. We immediately contributed some rupees and everyone was all smiles.A grandmother combs her grandson's hair before school. She had dressed his hair with coconut oil before combing it. I meant to buy some coconut oil to try on my hair but forgot.How to make chappatis: Grab the little table between your feet and begin to roll out the dough. I've noticed that people who go barefooted have very agile toes.A donkey cart rolls down the main street of Bhuj. The donkeys were white and tiny. The reminded me of the mice who pulled Cinderella's pumpkin.A dhobi wallah wears a do-rag.All he needs is a Stetson. Although, I think this is an Ayurvedic pharmacy instead of a saloon.The laundry of Bombay hung out to dry over the dhobi ghat.
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A Rabari man enters a village with his caravan.



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