A tower of jasmine sways through the old market lanes on a spring full-moon night, balanced on the Karaga priest's head, and the procession stops at a dargah on its way. In late autumn, farmers pile groundnuts beside the Bull Temple, and twice a year the Lalbagh Glass House vanishes under flowers.
Beyond the festivals, the city lives on the shady streets of Malleshwaram and at darshini counters where breakfast is eaten standing. High on the Deccan Plateau, Bengaluru stays mild most of the year, with monsoon rain from June to September. A Local Friend can open a door you would not have knocked on, like a family courtyard during Karaga week.
