Mom's First Rickshaw Ride/Wardrobe Malfunction
Today started with Mom's pants almost falling down. The drawstring broke, putting a crimp in our itinerary unless the pants got replaced, because as Mom said: "I don't think I'm up for sightseeing while my pants are about to fall down to my ankles." So we did some pants shopping.
Mom put on her new pants, and we were off!
First we went to Red Fort, a massive, 400-year-old fort in the middle of the old city. We saw all sorts of attractive ancient buildings there, and Mom also discarded her wardrobe-malfunction pants in a trash can inside the fort.
Then came the rickshaw ride. We hired two bicycle-rickshaw drivers to take us from Red Fort over to the giant mosque in the center of the old city -- what a ride. Mom and Abby were in one rickshaw, and I was in the other. We were weaving in and out along these tiny lanes, surrounded by other rickshaws, cows eating garbage, goats eating posters off the walls, laborers carrying bricks on their heads, and lots of people in general. Riding a rickshaw through the narrow streets of Old Delhi is truly a moment of total immersion for a first-time visitor to India. Right, Mom? (Mom: "Right.")
Tonight, to rebalance ourselves, we saw the other extreme of India: A fabulous Mediterranean restaurant, Olive, in a beautifully converted "haveli" or historic home. We sat in an inner courtyard and ate things like risotto with mint, and phenomenal deserts of chocolate fondant -- a tiny cake filled with gooey chocolate. We had a great time. Making it even better, our friend Daphne treated us. Thank you, Daphne!
Tomorrow: The Taj Mahal.
Mom put on her new pants, and we were off!
First we went to Red Fort, a massive, 400-year-old fort in the middle of the old city. We saw all sorts of attractive ancient buildings there, and Mom also discarded her wardrobe-malfunction pants in a trash can inside the fort.
Then came the rickshaw ride. We hired two bicycle-rickshaw drivers to take us from Red Fort over to the giant mosque in the center of the old city -- what a ride. Mom and Abby were in one rickshaw, and I was in the other. We were weaving in and out along these tiny lanes, surrounded by other rickshaws, cows eating garbage, goats eating posters off the walls, laborers carrying bricks on their heads, and lots of people in general. Riding a rickshaw through the narrow streets of Old Delhi is truly a moment of total immersion for a first-time visitor to India. Right, Mom? (Mom: "Right.")
Tonight, to rebalance ourselves, we saw the other extreme of India: A fabulous Mediterranean restaurant, Olive, in a beautifully converted "haveli" or historic home. We sat in an inner courtyard and ate things like risotto with mint, and phenomenal deserts of chocolate fondant -- a tiny cake filled with gooey chocolate. We had a great time. Making it even better, our friend Daphne treated us. Thank you, Daphne!
Tomorrow: The Taj Mahal.
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