The fruit markets in Chandni Chowk at dawn.
Possibly the only "unknowns" are the guavas (first picture in the foreground) which might be "exotic".
Sharper viewers will note the Japanese in the background (hawking engine oil, if you read carefully.) There can't be too many Indians with a demand for engine oil who also happen to know Japanese. Which tells you that "exoticism" always sells.
On a related note, in his wasted youth, the CC once hung out with a buncha drunken Italians in a square in Florence. The CC found Florence exotic. The residents of fair Firenze found the CC (who lived in Chicago at the time) endlessly exotic. (Chicago!!!)
The movie being shown in the square was Berlin: Die Sinfonie der Grosstadt. (German!!! Silent!!!)
The drink of choice on that lovely summer night was Long Island Iced Tea (not making this up.)
You takes your exoticism where you can find it.
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