Lord Krishna grew up in Vrindavan, a small town outside Mathura. Minding his cows, playing his flute and flirting with the girls among other legendary feats kept him busy. And understandably the place is all about it. There are so many temples I lost count and so many pilgrims I got overwhelmed. An endless parade of the faithful, religious souvenirs, impromptu theme parks, street food and all sorts of things. On the riverfront ceremonies and boats were equally animated, and I got warned twice to mind my specs from the grabby monkeys' fingers. They only stole our grapes finally.