Isn’t it in the hope for general hallucination that number of westerners move off through the roads of India?
Isn’t it in the hope for a softer daily life that number of indians look towards the west?
What follows is the work of two frenchmen; Thibault as a photographer and Vivien as a writer; at the end of a trip in India.
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