No More Grapes to Steal

This past Sunday, Anjali and I headed out to the grape vineyard just outside Whitefield where we once sampled/stole some grapes. It was funny when we first went because we will willing to pay for whatever we tasted, but no common language existed between us and the people tending to the grapes (they only spoke Kannada). But, this time, there were no grapes. The harvest was over! Perhaps they were picked early in fear we might return?

Figuring out which grapes to taste

These should have been fed to me

Time to leave

Sunglasses on, ready to ride