Flower Market

I was walking over Howrah bridge when I chanced upon the flower market at the eastern bank, under the foundations and stretching along the river. Was a little perturbed when a small altercation took place near where I was walking, involving a bunch of men and a stall owner. Pushing and shoving and shouting. Walked steadily on and took a couple of shots from the hip, but what I wanted were some portraits.

Plucked up the courage to ask for a few and before I knew it, everyone wanted their photo taken and what had seemed a tense atmosphere the first time I walked through had completely evaporated away.