Day 3-- We were up for the day at 3am and managed to hold out until 7 to go in search of coffee. On our morning stroll, we came upon quite a few walls inlaid with tiles depicting religious figures (Ganesh, Jesus, Durga, Mary--all side-by-side) and our friends later explained to us that land owners install them to create a sacrad space that signals to the locals, "the gods are watching you, so don't even think of peeing on this wall!"
Dhobi Ghat is the city's laundromat--a mulit-acre, open-air facility that runs round the clock. Somehow they manage to keep track of hundreds of hotel sheets, thousands of shirts, saris, jeans--you name it. The surgeons' gowns were drying on the guard rails next to the six lane highway.
Men stand in cement water bins and beat the clothes against the sides to get all the dirt out. Tough stains get the scrub brush treatment and extra abuse.
Here's a view of southern Mumbai's beach on the huge bay. This strip is called the queen's necklace because the lights shine like a crescent of diamond at night
Ghandi wasn't born in Mumbai, but he spent several years in his childhood here. It's now a museum where his followers have recreated his bedroom complete with mattress, wooden slippers, fan, writing desk, and his signature spinning wheel. In a framed letter Ghandi wrote to Hitler, he made a case for non-violence and respectfully--deferentially, even--asked him to stop the war. His final line offered an apology should his request strike Hitler as impertinent.
Is that your Twins shirt hanging on the line?
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