First night in Kathmandu

The first night I arrived in Kathmandu, it was the last night of a festival honoring Kumari, a nine-year-old living goddess that lives in a building in the center of town and never touches the ground until she eventually menstrates, losing her goddesssness and becoming a regular human being again. Thousands turn out to see her appear in the town's Durber Square where she is pulled by volunteers back and forth in a giant cart. Kathmandu, the sub-continent, a beating heart...