The city of Benares, which had a king, was about a hundred miles away.
Benares struck him as a peculiarly filthy city, though it was pleasant to find how his cloth was respected.
He is a Hindu devotee, and at the time of our visit he was making a pilgrimage to Benares, the sacred city.
The quiet of Benares during this period was remarkable—I might almost say preternatural.
Leaving Calcutta, we sought the ancient city of Benares, which bears the distinction of being the center of Hinduism.
