Today was the day of the Diwali party at work. We didn't go - I was too tired after travelling back from Punjab and I've got a cold ... and Oz wanted to go trick or treating instead. I love these patterns though. Tamsin - they remind me of your cake :-)
After we had finished work for the day we went to visit a nearby gurudwara or Sikh temple, that was built on the site where in the early 1700s two young boys were bricked into a wall, alive, by the Mughals for refusing to convert from Sikhism to Islam. They were nine and seven years old. Pretty crazy.
It's sugar cane season in the state of Punjab (Chandigarh is the capital). These men are making and selling gur on the side of the road - a raw form of sugar. Very popular in the winter apparently, to 'warm your body from the inside'.
Chandigarh is famous for a) being a planned city (India's equivalent of Milton Keynes) and b) its rock garden, created by an artist called Nek Chand, with sculptures made mostly out of recycled industrial waste.
While I travelled to Chandigarh, Ed and the kids went to see the Indian Formula 1. Apparently it wasn't quite as exciting as they had hoped. And they didn't get to see Jenson Button.
Hot chocolate at The American Diner. Almost as good as La Strada.
When I jumped out to take a photo of this, the man in the car next to us said 'What's so special about that?'
