
I went to Crawford market and its fruit and veg market lived up to its reputation for being super interesting.
The problem is I ventured deeper into the bowls of the place where the crowd was thin and the lower castes do society's dirty work.
I went to the slaughterhouse/butcher.
Why I went through the passage pictured below is, when I think about it now, a bit beyond me.
The whole thing was disturbing, squalid and had a horrific vibe.


I hope you have a strong stomach.

Love to all
T
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