I can only describe Old Delhi as all guns blazing full on assault on the senses. It’s a labyrinth of narrow streets and passageways alive with the constant flow of motorbikes, fully laden carts, and of course people. Lots and lots of people. A tangled mess of cables runs little over head height, connecting the shops and trades crammed into the streets below. Our guide lead us to a Sikh temple or Gurdwara. The peaceful atmosphere and the perpetual soft rhythm of the tabla was a most welcome respite from the busy streets outside. These are some of the scenes I captured.