Colour, noise and traffic jam- these components seem to fit a lot of celebrations here. Earlier this week Bert and I got caught in the last of the monsoon showers at the Khan Market - lots of little shops in a very compact area primarily serving the expatriot community (read, expensive). You can find everything at the Khan Market: Levi jeans, Heinz ketchup, McDonalds, Pumpernickel, imported Japanese melons. There isn't much parking and it is usually noisy with lots of hooting as people maneuver in and out of tight spaces and drivers wait for the Ma'am to do her shopping and load up the car. We arrived just as a tremendously noisy procession completely jammed the whole area with lorries festooned with marigold, loaded with grinning men, blarring a mixture of noise and announcement inched its way through the tight market. Men leaped off the lorries and handed out boxes with little cakes and bottles of water. More echoes of the Sikh good will to all? None of the shopkeepers we asked could tell us "It's just the end of some festival. Nothing to worry about." I wasn't worried, just interested. :)