As Giridhari stood on the altar with a couple of peacock feathers curling below one eye and his coat was purple velvet, i asked the seamstress from the capital of silicon valley if this was the Govardhana puja outfit, she said "Shut up kid". The pink of Mahaprabhu and Gandharvika flanking Giridhari's purple coat and pink dhoti topped by his pink turban. A festival for the eyes of even cupid. Garlands made of flowers grown by a local farmer and one of our own folks.
A blitzkreig of pedaling today. Off like a shot to visit the bear and head on down by the hook and the opal cliff to the wharf and through the village over the snob hill passing not one but two post offices and then the theater and the gecko on the wheel and back to the sandhya.
At the end of a long day the lion retreats to the jungle to take rest for the evening and perhaps catch a glimpse of the night time pastimes of the divine couple and their attendants.