I think this was 1975.

How could I let C and N go without dragging them over at least a little of Lalbagh? So off we went, as the sun rose:

Yesterday, at Barbecue Nation, I spotted this very diplomatic drink:

It’s been a busy couple of days, with and buying the sarees and salwar-kameez that they wanted (their tastes differ!) and then giving the orders to the tailors, mentioning about eighteen thousand times (and paying fairly heavy charges) to ensure that everything is picked up by today evening!

A asked B where a lovely photograph was taken, and B said, “Bangalore outskirts”. A then asked why the information could not be shares, and B said that the locations were deteriorating, and asked A what A was doing about protecting the location and others like it.