After the pottery village, we passed by a village of the Paraja Tribe. We went in and confabulated with the denizens. We dropped in on this lady pounding millet and tending to her baby, by turns.
Here's a little old lady wearing a traditional dress made of a thick rough cloth that she had woven herself from wild cotton, many years ago. She is the oldest citizen in the village. No one has the time for that kind of work, nowadays. They buy saris in the market. Even this old lady takes out this dress only when there are foreign visitors in the village.
Blandine admiring the dress...
This is not a stone platform... It is the village temple!
A long-shot of the village
Blandine admiring the dress...
