Dhaka Day Two - finish

A little bit of coke goes a long way.

Before visiting the Kahn Parliament in the pouring rain, I wanted to walk around and went out to the red-haired guard who then passed me off onto a man walking by the house, who was going to a client's. We walked around until he found his client, we met with a man, then we were seated in a small conference room, given tea and biscuits, and then I said I had to get back, so we got up and left - very bizarre! I did get this lovely photo of the tea container and the shadows on the doors.

Some of the texture as we scraped through the traffic...

Once I returned to the house, I ate some heavenly breakfast - eggs, breads, fruits, etc... and then off in the car with Hussein, who drove, and Doiub, a red-haired imam. They drove me to the Parliament, and I was disappointed not to be permitted to walk around inside, but they were very accommodating and tried to get me as close as possible so that I could take decent photos; I was initially so moved to see it from this perspective that I stood, awed, tears in my eyes.

After the parliament, we drove to the National museum, which was in many ways a joke, and then in the afternoon, I went to the bazaar around the corner with Hussein.