Day seventeen: The South India Goat Fiesta

Today was quite a goat day. Two kids butting in the street (too quick for my sluggard camera reflexes), various comely specimens wandering hither, this one thither. Enjoying some lovely bricks. Which is something, I suppose, but not enough to give me such an air of calm. Who though am I to judge the ways of a goat?

Still in Cochin, and heading off tonight for dinner at the renown, apparently, Old Harbour Hotel. Certainly looks nice, and can't believe the chef will stand in my way of eating every fish and drinking every beer in Kerala.