Time flies. The work-days are very busy and this month has flown by, as a result.
This is my first truly rainy weekend. I woke up to rain and it has been raining buckets all weekend. When a true down pour happens, it is literally sheets of rain. Yesterday, despite my umbrella, I spend the entire day either damp to wet. It was windy, so nothing could really protect me from the rain. It's so warm, though, it's like a bath being dumped on me. I really didn't mind. The biggest benefit was that along with any tourists, the hawkers selling postcards and maps stayed in, so I was blissfully alone in my wandering. Of course, I did get the requisite offer of hash. That guy works in all sorts for weather.
I spend the afternoon back in Colaba. I absolutely love that neighbourhood. I think it's because it looks like the romantic Bombay that we know. The buildings are very British, but with an exotic, Indian twist. If I had my choice this is where I would live in this city. I've found my perfect building. It faces the sea. The facade is beautiful. It's a bit run-down, but so gorgeous. Actually now that I look again, there are two buildings that are pretty spectacular that were a couple of doors apart. It would be a tough decision.
To get out the rain, I stopped and had tea twice. Once at a highly recommended French cafe called, Le Pain Quotodien. Earl Grey and pain au chocolate never tasted so good. I very much liked that the tea was served in bowls, rather than cups. I pulled out my book and stayed there until I had dried up a little. It is definitely a go-to for ex-pats. There was a constant stream of English tourists all complaining about the rain. I had to giggle at the irony of that.
When there was a little break in the rain, off I went again. More exploring. Although I completely enjoyed myself last weekend, what I didn't have a chance to do was really explore the side streets. When I get home and have a chance to sift through and post my photos, there will be a lot of building and rusty fences. I'm apologizing in advance as it might be a little dull.
My one shopping, should I? moment was over this necklace. Unfortunately, at the point I took this, my camera had gotten a bit damp and the picture does not do justice to the colours. The necklace is made up of faceted rubies, sapphires, emeralds, peridots and other gemstones. It is gorgeous, even though, to be honest, I don't know if I would ever really wear it. However, I liked it enough that I walked by the shop twice and it's still on the brain today. Yeah, at little out of my league, price-wise, as well. It will have to adorn the neck of a much wealthier woman than I...
At that point, I was wet again, so I had one last tea at the Taj Hotel. I had dinner plans with the family of one of my colleagues (that was so much fun), so I couldn't eat much, but wrapped myself up in that soothing atmosphere one more time. Great service, someone tinkling on the ivories (that is little joke inserted for the benefit of my niece. It was her little mix-up when she was younger), and English Breakfast Tea, this time. Along with a tea tray of crustless sandwiches and some little baking treats, of course. I don't think I've ever mentioned how good the butter is here. A little saltier than ours but really rich tasting. Extra good on a scone with strawberry jam.
And while this was all going on, it rained and rained and rained. I took shelter at one point on the porch of this stunning building and made a recording of the rain. It's completely different than one of our own downpours that are over in 10 minutes. Picture this, lasting for half an hour, slowing down for ten minutes and then starting up again. It's pretty incredible.
This is my first truly rainy weekend. I woke up to rain and it has been raining buckets all weekend. When a true down pour happens, it is literally sheets of rain. Yesterday, despite my umbrella, I spend the entire day either damp to wet. It was windy, so nothing could really protect me from the rain. It's so warm, though, it's like a bath being dumped on me. I really didn't mind. The biggest benefit was that along with any tourists, the hawkers selling postcards and maps stayed in, so I was blissfully alone in my wandering. Of course, I did get the requisite offer of hash. That guy works in all sorts for weather.
I spend the afternoon back in Colaba. I absolutely love that neighbourhood. I think it's because it looks like the romantic Bombay that we know. The buildings are very British, but with an exotic, Indian twist. If I had my choice this is where I would live in this city. I've found my perfect building. It faces the sea. The facade is beautiful. It's a bit run-down, but so gorgeous. Actually now that I look again, there are two buildings that are pretty spectacular that were a couple of doors apart. It would be a tough decision.
To get out the rain, I stopped and had tea twice. Once at a highly recommended French cafe called, Le Pain Quotodien. Earl Grey and pain au chocolate never tasted so good. I very much liked that the tea was served in bowls, rather than cups. I pulled out my book and stayed there until I had dried up a little. It is definitely a go-to for ex-pats. There was a constant stream of English tourists all complaining about the rain. I had to giggle at the irony of that.When there was a little break in the rain, off I went again. More exploring. Although I completely enjoyed myself last weekend, what I didn't have a chance to do was really explore the side streets. When I get home and have a chance to sift through and post my photos, there will be a lot of building and rusty fences. I'm apologizing in advance as it might be a little dull.
And while this was all going on, it rained and rained and rained. I took shelter at one point on the porch of this stunning building and made a recording of the rain. It's completely different than one of our own downpours that are over in 10 minutes. Picture this, lasting for half an hour, slowing down for ten minutes and then starting up again. It's pretty incredible.
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