Barkhor is the Tibetan neighborhood. Our hotel was in the Barkhor. When we stepped outside our hotel we were in the middle of a market. Merchants had shops and stalls on both sides of the street. People, carts, bicycles and mtorcycles swirled back and forth. Loudspeakers advertised street vendors’ wares. The raucous sound of bartering filled the air. A group of sanitation ladies constantly swept the streets. I could smell dust, incense, aging meat, fresh produce and cooking food.
We spent many hours walking around and looking.
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