May 20
First a missing picture from yesterday evening:

Tony went for a walk at 7 am – before the heat hit. There were lots of people doing yoga in the parc at this time. An eagle sat watching.




To the right is another tomb: that of Isa Khan.





Then we went to a tomb that lay somewhat behind Humayun’s that was called the Barber’s. It had two smaller tombs and apparently no tourists as a lot of doves seemed to live in here, we opened it ourselves and there was obviously no cleaning as in the others.

We had bought tickets, that we had to show three times before entering the space of the first room, to which we were commanded by a female guard. To our surprise, there was an exhibition about mosaics from Rome. After this, we were allowed to enter the main hall, where it stunk of gasoline. The smell was poignant through-out the whole exhibition space and must have come from the traffic outside/above.
Enhance the images to read the texts below:




We guess this is for prayers, each string representing a prayer.

This is an old engraved piece with text, lit by a rectangular lamp.
Some old coins and an antiquity of pottery terracotta fragment.
These guys represent a day each in the week: Sunday is wearing yellow – day for kingdom matters and rewarding the nobles, Monday is for wearing white – day for musical entertainment and meeting old companions & friends, Tuesday is for wearing red, day for kingdom’s affairs and for holding court of justice, Wednesday is for wearing blue – day for musical entertainment and meeting friends, Thursday is for wearing violet – day for meeting with literary and religious persons, Friday is for wearing green – day for general assmebly and Saturday is for wearing black – again meeting with literary and religious persons.

Terracotta toy.
After the museum, we bought a big bottle of water as we had already finished our two other ones. Then our driver Rakish took us to a place called Art India, which was a large store with nice AC environment and we were the only costumers. Outside, there was a statue of Ganesha.

The store had a big loom where you could see how the carpets were made. The salesman is showing Tony the certificate of authenticity, and also that the carpet is only woven by adults. No children labour here, according to him.


Rakish then took us to a shop for spices and teas close-by. We were immediately offered a cup of masala tea. Tony bought half the store as I and Rakish were watching. They seemed to have everything and the packages of 100 g were far too small for our household.












































