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Besides these, there is hardly any other service for the visitors
in the village itself where a shabby hotel advertises its dark rooms.

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Driving by bus to Khajuraho from the town of Jhansi we could still
see some palm trees as well as mango and teak trees in a lush
countryside which contrasted sharply with the aridity of much
of the rest of central India we had crossed.

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Hand-made trinkets are spread on the pavement of the sidewalks for sale
as souvenirs. The grounds of “The Archeological Museum” are used to hoist
dirty umbrellas over those trinkets.

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Nobody seems to visit the museum itself. Instead, young men beseech
tourists in their buses to buy their guidebooks.

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A disheveled fruit peddler offers only bananas and oranges from his broken wooden cart; another sits on his cart cracking open chestnuts, the only product he has to sell.

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Today Khajuraho is a small village. Its main street caters to small-time tourists. There are little stores that sell film for cameras and little restaurants that sell vegetarian dishes over the counter.

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