Old Delhi is a bustling market with trade every which way. Wholesale, retail, shipping, delivery, and support are all done on a narrow, uncontrolled streets. Most means of trade are manual, simple, and gritty. Smiles come easy however, like a lotus flowers from the mud.
I rode on the back of motorcycle to get to the metro to get to a bike taxi. The air was hot and thick with dust, dirt, spice, incense, and “something” else. Spent the next few hours riding and walking though dense street markets; Spice, brass, sarees, jewels, shoes, and more. Visited a Muslim mosque & a Jain temple. My guide, Akbar took me through narrow hallways, blackened stairways, and into and through organized chaos.