That was the Sister of Charity when I called to see if I could go out again to volunteer for awhile the orphanage. If you ask me some day, I’ll tell you about the nuns, children, and workers I met at Jeevan Jyoti, but no photos of any of them (impossible, really, at so many levels)
GETTING THERE: The hotel doorman hailed a tuk-tuk this time, and after clattering around and through colonial Connaught Place for 10 minutes, my driver pulled over, hopped out, and brought in a man who looked old enough to be his father, saying, “My cousin Ma’m. Same price.” I never saw that driver again.
Anyhow, I did what I often do here: morphed into Queen Victoria, who in another context is [probably inaccurately] credited with saying, I closed eyes and thought of England.
Driver #2 asking directions
This fruit and vegetable seller was our 2nd stop for directions; the 3rd was a car labeled “Tourist Police,” and the 4th occurred after I noticed that the sign reading “Mother Teresa’s” (where we’d turned RIGHT ) had had an arrow pointing LEFT.
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Once back in Connaught Place, and anxious to put off packing, I walked again through some of CP, eventually stopping for dinner at United Coffee House (great chandeliers).
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