Garden of Dreams
I think all the pictures speak for themselves.
The gardens are the perfect escape for a few hours!
Just a short stroll from the mayhem of Thamel, where we
are staying, is the beautiful serene Garden of Dreams. Described as a neo classical historical garden it was
created by late Field Marshal Kaiser Sumsher Rana (1892-1964) in early 1920. After
his death (I guess), the garden was handed over to the Government and allowed
to fall into decay for decades. Seven years of an extensive renovation project,
a joint Nepali/Austrian effort, revived the gardens.
I have a new respect for the humble Marigold
- it is the festival flower of Nepal and grown everywhere at this time of year.
Today, only half of the original garden is in existence but it is a perfect oasis. Outside its walls is the urban bustle of Kathmandu city with all the noise that accompanies it. Inside is calm and peaceful, a tranquil setting in which to spend a few hours relaxing on the grass, strolling the gardens and enjoying a little afternoon tea of coffee and cake. The gardens include pavilions, an amphitheatre, ponds and fountains, pergolas, urns and gardens (of course).
When we returned
to Kathmandu it was the festival time of Dashain. This is a family time and the
streets of Kathmandu almost became deserted. It was a perfect time for driving
out of the city as there was no traffic.
A doorway into a courtyard.
Neil has had to mind his head a lot here in Nepal
Outside the Golden Temple
Pigeons taking advantage of every opportunity!
Patan, one of the 3 royal
cities in the valley (they are Kathmandu, Patan and Bhaktapur), is only a half hour away from Thamel and is
a centre of Buddhist and Hindu culture. The city is full of religious art,
temples, and monasteries. During the Dashain festival activities take place at
the Palace Complex to commemorate a victory by the gods over wicked demons. One
of those activities includes kite flying and during this time we have seen
kites in the air everywhere.
The taxi driver dropped
us off at one of the gateways into the old town and we spent the next 2 to 3
hours wandering the small lanes and alleyways and the Durbar Square.
Outside of the Royal Palace
The men's quarters at the palace
Each morning during Dashain animals are sacrificed to the gods
The monk with the ipad created a bit of a stir amongst the crowds in the square
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