Landour Cantonment

In Eden’s time, the paths in Mussoorie and Landour were narrow and she did some sightseeing atop a jonpaun, sedan-chair with bearers in orange and brown livery...
"Rue de Paris, temps de pluie," by Gustave Caillebotte (1877)

Paris in the Nineteenth Century

“On the inclined plane of immorality, France is descending with an ever-accelerated speed, till it seems to have almost reached the lowest point of depravity.” Such is the witness of a faithful Frenchman. On such principles we cease to wonder that Paris is the centre of intrigues, the patroness of vice, the asylum of all infamy.
Duomo di Modena, Milan, Italy

Milano, Italia

A breeze in a nearby museum, the Gallery of Contemporary Art, that had as a centerpiece a Basquiat painting of dirty yellows and reds, with a black anthropocentric figure made of thick lines, an abstraction, a negation of the plump oil-rich bodies of the classic Italian paintings of the main gallery. The only black figure in the building seemed to leap like a jazz fugue note in an orchestra.
Fatehpur Sikri_Equal Caramelized Accusations

Equal Caramelized Accusations

In that first photo, you have a bouffant updo and bangs “The Sadhna cut was all the rage” Squarish face, with just a hint of the heaviness that will come later. Large eyes and a direct gaze. Not a hint of a smile. Even for this, the biye-er chhobi.
Selfridges Consumerism Tourism

Selfridges and Consumerism

“We are all merchants,” said Selfridge, “and all races of men have been merchants in some form or the other.” Merchant was he who was a writer, doctor, statesman, lawyer or an artist, said Selfridge. While bourgeois mercantilism found an illustrious redefinition in the store Selfridges, what also became furthermore legitimate was—to put it rather bluntly—the vulgar and consummative gaze of the travelling buyer, or the soon-to-evolve window-shopper.
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Dearest Water, in Pompeii

I hand over a fistful of coins and he gives some of them back to me. This could be the dearest water in Italy. Meanwhile, Iona has bought a book which shows Pompeii then and now. It’s a great idea.
Posillipo, Naples, Night

Naples by Night

  From the 7th floor towards heaven of our skyscraper hotel, but not visible from our room unfortunately, I am impressed by the sight of a very striking fort-like building. It turns out to be the Castel...

Neapolitan Street Party

  It would have been nice to have seen Naples for the first time from the sea, the way Nelson did in 1798 when he supported the King of Naples, sorted out the French and where an unintended consequence...

Birding in our Hills

‘Where on earth does Ruskin Bond see those whistling thrushes?’ complained author Anees Jung, adding for good measure: ‘Or Stephen Alter’s crowing koklass pheasants?