This post is the third installment of a multi-part series about suburban Atlanta life in the summertime. Part 2 can be found here.
Surprise! Guess where?
No, no – I’m not in Thailand just yet. This temple is actually in Atlanta. How wild is that??
This was the year of the most extreme (XTREME) multicultural Father’s Day in Vogel Family History. Dressed accordingly (this meant covering our knees and shoulders – I finally had a reason to wear my ridiculous long, blue skirt!), we headed out to see the Hindu temple, not expecting such a profoundly beautiful structure to live across the street from the Kroger shopping center in Lilburn, Georgia. WHO KNEW??
And everyone – I mean EVERYONE – was so friendly and helpful. They must get a lot of tourists but it doesn’t seem to bother the regular temple-goers at all. We definitely stood out as one of the few non-Indian-American families around, but everyone just smiled at us, said hello, and wanted to show us around and tell us all about their temple. I would be proud too!
One family led us inside where we removed our shoes and climbed up the stairs into whatever room seemed to be open to the public.
The entire structure, outside and inside, was hand-carved out of white marble in India and transported here in pieces. What a truly incredible artistic feat. And apparently the original temple it’s based off of in New Delhi is even bigger.
The room we were allowed into was like a quiet, little white marble cave. We walked around, the soles of our bare feet pressing into the smooth, cool floor, to look at the intricate designs carved into the walls and ceiling. Everything was dramatically lit by tiny blue-tinted lights in the floor.
Inspired and delighted, we tried, and failed, to satisfy our Indian food cravings at the vegetarian Hindu restaurant out front. No worries there – the next stop was the Buford Highway Farmer’s Market.
I wasn’t allowed to take pictures inside but I snuck a few:
Another wild place that I can’t believe I’ve never been to. I got to sample mango juice, a taco, Korean seafood noodle soup, and rice with Japanese flavoring. Later, when I went to pick up prescriptions at Publix, I couldn’t help but notice how sterile and boring the place felt in comparison. If you’re looking to add some flavor to your life (and your fridge), I highly recommend visiting the market. Okay now I sound like an advertisement…
We’re having homemade sushi tonight!
Happy Father’s Day!