When you haven’t taken a proper wander in a while you may, perhaps, hit a couple of dead ends before finding the alley you were looking for.

Even dead ends can be lovely though, with unexpected bursts of flower bushes hanging over and through and alongside walls and poles.

Eventually, I found the one I was looking for, the one that did lead through, and then I wandered more. The joys of alleys are not to be trifled with: the smell of a home-cooked curry wafting out of a house alongside, the momentary puzzlement followed by the unexpected pleasure of coming across an intersection you know, but from a different direction, a new angle.

Along a wall, a long, green-scaled dragon with pink and yellow tail, mane and spikes that may be an old piece of graffiti but, since I usually come at it from another way, new to me.

The word NEPAL and its flag, etched into a concrete drain cover of sorts that I’d never noticed before, when coming up to a little temple where I once saw an especially attractive pigeon. The ever-mushrooming bike and car dealerships that have come up in this area; less attractive perhaps but still part of the landscape, now.

I love walks in Kathmandu, and yesterday’s was exceptionally lovely.

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