Day 38, February 15

Entry to the city’s main square, Durbar Square, is paid. We got into the square through a narrow alley, but while we were looking at the temple, a guard immediately came up to us and asked where our tickets were. We did not want to buy tickets, so we had to leave the square.
The square is indeed beautiful, but in principle nothing special. There are many temples here, the same ones we saw in Kathmandu’s Durbar Square and in Bhaktapur.

Next, we just went for a walk through the streets of Patan, which are not at all as amazing as those in Bhaktapur. It seemed that apart from Durbar Square, there was not much to see in Patan. Apparently that is why there are few hotels here and tourists come only for the day.
On the way, we saw souvenir shops where workers were creating bronze statues.

We saw a temple, like those standing on Durbar Square, only free to enter. On the small площадке in front of the temple, several fires had been lit, and believers approached them one by one and used sticks to move the firewood.

We reached a large artificial reservoir, of which there are many here in Nepal.
The reservoir is located practically on the outskirts of the center, and there we found a café popular with the local people that serves momo. We decided to try fried momo. They were tasty, although it seemed to us that the boiled ones are better (or more familiar?). At least, for some reason, all the local residents eat boiled momo.

On the way we saw a house that had only its facade left, with trees growing behind it. The facade still had magnificent carved windows and an old carved wooden balcony.
Around 4 o’clock we returned to the hotel. It was cold in the room, there was no electricity, and we decided to rest a little, wrapped ourselves in a blanket, and fell asleep… We woke up around five. From our window, the departing planes are clearly visible.
We went for a walk, walked again to the square, sat there on a bench, watching city life. After Bhaktapur, Patan seemed somehow hectic and noisy. There are many vendors of cotton candy, balloons, and other trinkets in the square. You also come across tourists with large cameras.
When it started getting dark, we went in search of food. We left Durbar Square and wandered into some neighborhood where the local people live. There we found a cafe with many Nepalis sitting inside, and the prices were low. We ate noodles and soup.
It got dark. When we returned, the hotel had electricity again. Though not for long. We didn’t even have time to boil water before the electricity was cut off again. The hotel owner said that the power had been cut only in this area, and it was hard to say when it would come back.
I really wanted tea. In such conditions, you really start to appreciate electricity. The electricity came back half an hour later. Here it is, the long-awaited tea.
The hot water in this hotel was excellent — it was heated by a gas water heater. After steaming ourselves thoroughly, we went to sleep.