We settled in our hotel, booked at the airport, in the southernmost area of the
Mumbai peninsula, then took a walk in our neighborhood to find the Gateway to India, a Victorian memento you can find on the web. On our way we strolled along a street that became an ally that branched into paths between one story houses, that ended in front doors.
We backtracked to our goal,
the Bay of Mumbai, where the water was put to many uses. It was hot out, but the water was not as appealing to us as the young men jumping. We saw glorious old banyan trees put to different uses – the city is like Nashville in its density of trees – here as a Hindu shrine, and there as a hotel closet for street people. At first we thought this was trash, but it was so deliberately placed we wondered. Similar places, some with
tarps for shade, tipped us off. We passed the hotel Raj which still housed some of the cricket players from Saturday's game at the Wankhede stadium. There was a cluster of news
crews and we passed a cluster of folks one of whom was being interviewed. At the Gateway, we found this fellow, Swami Vivekanada. The plaque informed us that he was in the U.S. From 1893 to 1902. Gail knew that he was at the founding meeting of the World Council of Religions, inaugurated by the Unitarians. We strolled over to the Maidan, prominent in the Raj Quartet, novels by Paul Scott, which we had read years ago, and had also viewed the series based on the books by the BBC Masterpiece Theater. In the background looms the Supreme Court of India, another trophy of the British Raj. We enjoyed an art gallery, memorial by a father to his fallen WWII artist son, now a co-operative gallery with much corporate backing. Amazon.com: Raj Quartet (9780380466986): Paul Scott: Books
We grabbed a cab back to the Hotel Supreme, which we have dubbed 'the hotel so-so'.
Mumbai peninsula, then took a walk in our neighborhood to find the Gateway to India, a Victorian memento you can find on the web. On our way we strolled along a street that became an ally that branched into paths between one story houses, that ended in front doors. 
the Bay of Mumbai, where the water was put to many uses. It was hot out, but the water was not as appealing to us as the young men jumping. We saw glorious old banyan trees put to different uses – the city is like Nashville in its density of trees – here as a Hindu shrine, and there as a hotel closet for street people. At first we thought this was trash, but it was so deliberately placed we wondered. Similar places, some with
tarps for shade, tipped us off. We passed the hotel Raj which still housed some of the cricket players from Saturday's game at the Wankhede stadium. There was a cluster of news
crews and we passed a cluster of folks one of whom was being interviewed. At the Gateway, we found this fellow, Swami Vivekanada. The plaque informed us that he was in the U.S. From 1893 to 1902. Gail knew that he was at the founding meeting of the World Council of Religions, inaugurated by the Unitarians. We strolled over to the Maidan, prominent in the Raj Quartet, novels by Paul Scott, which we had read years ago, and had also viewed the series based on the books by the BBC Masterpiece Theater. In the background looms the Supreme Court of India, another trophy of the British Raj. We enjoyed an art gallery, memorial by a father to his fallen WWII artist son, now a co-operative gallery with much corporate backing. Amazon.com: Raj Quartet (9780380466986): Paul Scott: Books 
We grabbed a cab back to the Hotel Supreme, which we have dubbed 'the hotel so-so'.
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