In India, as is the case in so many countries, if you want to really be where the action is, you need to get to a local market. The Gandhi Bazaar in Bangalore is a nice open outdoor market along a city street where there are a number of local shops and restaurants. The vendors mainly sell fruits, veggies, and flowers. But there’s always an assortment of other oddball knickknacks that you didn’t know you needed. The KR Market, on the other hand, is a completely different story. It’s much more rough and tumble, crowded and chaotic. First off, our guide didn’t even want to take us there. He warned us that we’d be bothered and harassed. We were a little wary, but after much insisting on our part he finally relented. And I’m SO glad he did. Because despite the warnings, we weren’t bothered at all. In fact people mostly went about their business and ignored us entirely. In the middle of KR Market is a concrete structure where the wholesale vendors are selling flower garlands in bulk. It’s a creepy, dimly lit building full of dark corners. But in the center of it all is a swirling sea of colorful flowers in carefully arranged piles. It feels like a scene out of an old Indiana Jones movie, except for the occasional vendor texting someone on his cell phone. There are upper floors which provide an amazing view of the spectacle below. I think it’s best to go there with someone else. The scene is so absorbing that it’s good to have a partner along to help watch out for pick-pockets. But honestly, it turned out to be much safer than we were told. On the way back to the car we stumbled past the spice market, where there were colors that even my camera had trouble processing. I didn’t adjust the saturation on this image. It really looks this vibrant all on its own.