Kolkata's energy is exhausting. The constant moving, hurly burly, crazy traffic, pedestrians dodging cars, taxis an inch apart.
Today I met my last class, the class 10s, a lively bunch of girls who were shy and curious all at the same time. Classes were a little shorter today so the students could attend clubs. Subha and themothe other language teachers advise a literary club, a group of girls who give speeches, discuss books and take ridiculously hard vocabulary quizzes. After club, I stepped outside to try to find a cab. Thankfully, about three or four girls stepped out with me and thanks to one very tenacious girl I was able to get a cab back to the hotel.
Breanna and Kyle spotted me in the lobby, they were headed to north Kolkata to visit a famous potters enclave called Kumar Tuli. The trouble is, Kumar Tuli isn't on any maps. It simply exists. The hotel could only give us so many directions and then we were on our own, relying on the help of friendly Kolkatans. It was about a ten minute walk from the subway when we saw our first statues. Sculptors in Kumar Tuli are preparing for a huge festival in October when thousands of their brightly painted creations, repressing gods and goddesses are paraded through the streets and tossed into the river.
I think my pictures best describe Kumar Tuli and I promise to post them as soon as I wake up tomorrow.
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