Two women stand in the warm morning light of a narrow street in Jodhpur, near a bright yellow door with ornate arches. One woman holds a hand to her face, as if whispering a secret that only the walls are allowed to hear. The other leans against the doorframe, her eyes full of curiosity and a hint of conspiratorialness. Behind them, the city's old blue façade casts a shadow full of stories as the light shines through the stained-glass window. Perhaps they are discussing a forgotten love, a lost bracelet, or an adventure they are about to have together. Jodhpur listens, as always, without judgement.
Germany
Germany
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Germany
Germany
Germany
Germany
Germany
Netherlands
Germany
Netherlands
Netherlands