The living atmosphere in Islamabad was tense and high-security. We travelled only by State Department vehicle with appointed drivers. We couldn't step outside the home in which we were housed. Everything was on high alert. Islamabad itself had wide streets with amazingly free-flowing traffic, something I hadn't seen anywhere in India. There were large private homes, too. Make that enormous private homes. The house next to ours housed a man, his four wives, and 43 children! Apparently government officials, centered in Islamabad, make a fine living at government expense. That type of spacious private housing I also never saw in India.
The photos below show sculptures at the new National Art Museum of women in burqas; it's uncertain whether the sculptures will be allowed to stay on exhibit. Next, a colorful market in Islamabad--all the men in "Muslim" attire, quite different from the diversity of attire in India. Then, the wildly colorful trucks of Pakistan, surely the descendents of the gypsy wagon! Finally, some Fulbright friends.





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