We know what celebrities feel like now. Young men especially eye us up (yes, me too!) in traffic jams and whenever we're walking; and we had to pose with some for photos before they ran off chortling excitedly. It's been a diversion, but the last stop today put it all in perspective.
The Gandi Museum is such a heart-felt place. It's in the house where he lived, next to the garden where he was assassinated, and it was very well-used. Heaps of information, his hard low bed, statues, cute dioramas and an unexpectedly affecting animation. Plus terracotta footprints tracing the last steps of his enormously long journey.
Well worth a visit, even at the end of a tiring day - which isn't over yet: light show at the Red Fort tonight.
1 comment:
Glad you went to the Baha'i Temple, Pam. Our son George was on the staff there for a few months in 2004.
Keep posting, please. I want to enjoy your travel while I am writing up Canada.
Post a Comment