It was the smell that welcomed me to India and it did so with a slap! Just left Varanasi airport.

Then came the colors, the animals on the street, the noise of the horns and much more.

The other senses opened much later. It's as if they were stunned: overwhelmed by the violent attack on my sense of smell.

I photographed and guided what I liked by the hand of the smell, which accompanied me, it became different every day, it grew, like my journey.

If you can't smell it, these photos are like many others, but if you can smell it, greeting you with a caress, then they tell you about this journey