Juntar Muntar -  Just south of Connaught Place is an extraordinary collection of buildings which measure the positions of various celestial bodies. From some angles the collection resembles a skate board park or something out of a science fiction novel, while the freedom the public has to clamber all over it also gives the impression that it is an over sized playground.  It was all built in 1710 by the Maharajh of Jaipur!!  I took the opportunity to use it as a backdrop for my Bollywood publicity shot.  As with all these great Indian historic sites, admission for Indian nationals is minimal and like all the parks this spot also provided a great place for courting couples to be in a public spot but out from the crowded space and watchful eyes of their families. You can tell all the courting couples - they are the ones holding hands.  I am not sure that married people exhibit any signs of affection in public.  I am very aware that Bert and I are an anomaly as we stroll hand in hand.  A retired man who used to work in the park offered us his guidance around the instruments and then intimated we would like to pay him "I would not suggest, but perhaps you would reward me." 

Heading north on foot out of Jantar Mantar, despite my Bollywood superstar disguise we were singled out for attention from a young man who was delegated to direct any likely suspects to the Indian craft shop that happened to be open on a Sunday and when we had profusely thanked him and headed in the opposite direction he followed us and then 'handed us off' to another young man who just happened to make the same suggestion about visiting the same  emporium, with wonderful directions, and then as we bumped back into the original chap he feigned shock "O hello!  What a surprise."  I was beginning to feel a bit like a scene out a Hitchcock movie and wondered whether it was only commission these fellows were after.

We hailed a rickshaw and sped away without negotiating a fair price (read=paid far too much - although Bert argues that he did us great service getting us into the church grounds and building) towards St. James church.  We skirted the incredibly congested narrow streets around Turkman gate and Bert snapped these two incongruous pictures.  What that little chap was doing in the middle of that vast junction on his bike with training wheels is truly a mystery (how Bert snapped at a moment when the junction wasn't log jammed is also extraordinary) and how that goat herd was getting forty winks on the side of a four/six-lane road is also beyond belief.