A trip to Kathmandu would be incomplete without visiting the neighbouring villages. Bhaktapur, a half-ruined city 15 thousand kilometres from the capital, is considered to be a town of devotees, but I call it as a town of fried potatoes and askew brick houses. This place is full of pleasant surprises that can be found on the streets every day. On the one hand of the town, you can run into the street filled with clay pots, painted by artists, women in blood-red dresses running about their business. On the other side of the town religious ceremonies take place in which the men burn a small animal in the fire on the spot. The central square is full of life, children sell cotton candy and balloons, artisans restore the temples and amend walls of houses affected by the earthquake.
