On the Road to Bhaktapur

From Kathmandu to Bhaktapur, the valley stretches in an almost silent gentleness. Here, each morning seems to be born from a sacred gesture: a made offering, a murmured prayer. The temples watch, the stupas breathe, the houses still bear the memory of centuries. Life flows slowly, in a harmony woven from simple gestures and daily rituals.

Here, the profane and the sacred do not oppose each other: they merge in the light. With each step, a scent, a tinkling, a presence. The stones seem to speak, the shadows pray in their own way. It is an ancient, living world, offered to those who know how to look patiently.