The center of the capital is a kaleidoscope of golden rooftops , multicolored costumes , steep temple steps layered with wares like market shelves , country women hawking produce spread on the streets , sari-draped matrons placing flower petals on altars to grimacing gods , the sudden eruption of a band of musicians or a herd of goats across your path , the scent of marigold garlands and of dumplings fried in oil , the constant jangling of bicycle bells and rickshaw horns .
The center of the capital is very tranquil .