Though I’m not much of a foodie, more so of breads and all, I fell for the platter served at the German Bakery at McLeodganj. The lanky owner of the place surely knows how to get it right. After much of roaming and hobnobbing with the locals and tourists, hunger pangs were hitting us hard. Thankfully, we found this one out, a pebble floored eatery with cloth lanterns hanging from the ceiling. As I gorged on the food (hummus, salad and sandwiches), I must have looked ravenous to say the least.

These flowers outside the German Bakery were in full bloom, sprouting out of nothingness. A riot of yellow and red, these captured my eye in one go as I stumbled out of the food joint to click a picture.

These flowers outside the German Bakery were in full bloom, sprouting out of nothingness. A riot of yellow and red, these captured my eye in one go as I stumbled out of the food joint to click a picture.

This is the jaw dropping scene, some 10 minutes away from the bakery. Fully fed, I was once again in the position to notice nature's bounty. Would have tumbled over the ravine below in a bid to capture this one, even as the clouds played an amazing shadow game over the mountains. Ah! I fell in love, if not the ravine!

This is the jaw dropping scene, some 10 minutes away from the bakery. Fully fed, I was once again in the position to notice nature’s bounty. Would have tumbled over the ravine below in a bid to capture this one, as the clouds played an amazing shadow game over the mountains. Ah! I fell in love, if not the ravine!

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