Most of the times, I spot temples when I am looking for flowers. In this instance too, we spotted the heaps of flowers and then spotted the temple. There are no photography prohibited signs but a pot bellied, sandal tattooed priest moved towards us, shaking his head and waving his arms, even though we were far outside the temple premises.
But if one thing I have learnt about priests from all my temple visits is that these guys can turn to goons in a moment. So, we retreated and the moron for all his superpower could not negate the power of zoom.
Twenty bucks from the tip of her tongue to her elbow.