Mumbai — that’s Bombay of course. In the past few decades everything as been renamed. Not that the new, politically correct names are used or even known by the majority of the population. Not to mention the cab drivers.
We woke up to pop music coming from the direction of Marine Drive. We have a room off of the terrace on top of the building. I only had to peer over the side of the balustrade to the street below to see the Marathon runners on their course through the city. We had a hasty breakfast and went downstairs to join the crowds. The serious runners had long since passed, now the representatives of charity groups, civic groups, people with a cause were walking by. Everyone was taking pictures of each other which made it easy for me to put aside my inhibitions about taking pictures of strangers. I was also amused to see people stealthily taking pictures of me, the exotic foreigner. I, too, am fond of taking candid shots.