Yesterday, I spent the day at the public laundry in Mumbai, Dhobi Ghat.
Loving that M9.
I was last in India in 1979, and in those days I was a 21-year old with a backpack. I was living in youth hostels or crashing with families who would take me in. My memories of India were hot, crowded and dirty.
Staying at the Four Seasons in Mumbai makes for something of a different experience, believe me.
There are some things to be said for getting older….and wiser.