Just about every bush in Lutyens' Delhi is trimmed to perfection, all the lawns are well looked-after and there doesn't seem to be even a hint of uneveness in the grass. The trees shade many of the grand avenues of the city that bear names as diverse as Aurangzeb Road, Africa Avenue and Simon Bolivar Road. There is such a regal splendour and elegance in so many parts of the city that one tends to overlook what's not right with the national capital as a whole.
One area that I particularly like is the Khan Market. It has a nice collection of cafes, boutiques and nice shops that seem to have just about anything one could possibly want. I enjoyed a wonderful cup of Kashmiri Kawa tea at the Market Cafe, a new favourite of mine in this city. Another feature of the Khan Market seems to be the presence of mod Delhi Aunties, who I would guess constitute the real elite of the national capital.
Oh, how I wish, Bombay had an Italian Cultural Centre like the wonderful institute that is near the Rail Museum. The cafe at the centre has the finest Italian food east of Naples.
One area that I particularly like is the Khan Market. It has a nice collection of cafes, boutiques and nice shops that seem to have just about anything one could possibly want. I enjoyed a wonderful cup of Kashmiri Kawa tea at the Market Cafe, a new favourite of mine in this city. Another feature of the Khan Market seems to be the presence of mod Delhi Aunties, who I would guess constitute the real elite of the national capital.
Oh, how I wish, Bombay had an Italian Cultural Centre like the wonderful institute that is near the Rail Museum. The cafe at the centre has the finest Italian food east of Naples.
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