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The Magical History Tour: Port-au-Prince, Part 1

  We spent most of Tuesday and Wednesday, our first two days, reuniting with friends and family who had either never left Haiti, or who had chosen to return out of love, for work, or both. Among the former group, were my aunt, and three of my mother’s cousins, the aforementioned pressers of uniform pleats, […]

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Bonjour, Paris!

After the exhilarating intensity of India, Paris welcomed us for our four-day layover with serenity and seventy-degree weather. Everything was easy, from the overnight nine-hour plane ride, to the train from Charles de Gaulle, to the faithful Hotel St. Andre-des-Arts, to which I’ve returned after a 26 year absence. Of course, with the building having […]

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Oasis in Udaipur

The view from the jharokha (window seat) in our room at Jagat Niwas Palace Hotel on Lake Picchola is indescribable, so I’ll let the picture speak for itself. Udaipur, nicknamed “The Lake City”, or “The White City”, or “The Venice of India” is all of the above. As my title suggests, it is remarkably clean […]

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Mosques, Monkeys, and Mansions

We set off on another long (five hour) ride with Ashok from Agra to Jaipur yesterday morning, with a couple of scheduled stops: Fatehpur Sikri and The Monkey Temple just outside of Jaipur. These drives are almost indescribably surreal, and it’s hard to overstate the eye-popping sights on Indian roads. For example, we saw a […]

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Why Delhi Isn’t Smelly and Other Interesting Stuff

Humuyan’s Tomb[/caption] After breakfast today, we set out on our day tour of Old and New Delhi.  The difference?  The former is literally the old city, while the latter is the hundred year old legacy of British Colonial India. The contrasts are stark.  Our guide today was Vivek, who was OK, but not great.  He […]

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Morning in Delhi

We’re in India!!  Travel was long but remarkably smooth, including immigration and customs.  New Delhi’s Indira Gandhi Aiprort is beautiful and looks brand new.  We met our driver, Ashok, at the arrivals gate.  He speaks a fair amount of English but he’s pretty soft-spoken/shy– we’re going to be spending nine days together, so we’ve got […]

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