The sound of fork against bowl is a clue that eggs are being beaten into omelets somewhere nearby. Laborers squat at tiny stands for thali while housewives line up to carry home freshly baked naan wrapped in newspaper. Placid cows are oblivious to the traffic jams they cause. This is Old Delhi Bazaar.
A tour of the bodegas of La Rioja had been on my list of romantic daytrips for awhile. But when A. and I got into specifics, we realized that only one of us could tipple liberally while the other would be the designated driver. Neither of us wanted to be the chaperone. Enter the Enobus to solve our problem.