Purana Quila and Jama Masjid

A kid ran after a ball at the Purana Quila. A few men enjoyed their siesta at the grand mosque. Pigeons flew, a man meditated, women gossiped.
It was a mellow afternoon at the Jama Masjid. Hordes of foreigners, believers, and touts made good holiday and money. My little camera either gave too much depth or too little of the colour and the mood that was there. Yet, here is a modest attempt for a city that I silently admire.