My first visit to Kolkata was during my journey down the Ganges. It is, like Varanasi, a city that I can always go back to. It is a city full of joy everybody rushing around getting from one place to another, no time for out of place faces.
These images start on the outskirts of the city and move in to the river.
The city dump, a living mass of horror. Run by gangs, rape on bedding strewn on the top of the dump, people sleeping inside the rubbish. A daylight hell.
Jute factory full of old machinery, and dust..
Bricks, open air and polluted mud.
Wetland fishing industry being taken over by the ever growing need for housing.
Before descending into the city and the wonder of Kolkata.