As always when you you get out your city map, you underestimate the distances to travel. Despite the heat of the midday sun, and I have gained 20 degrees, from 7 to 27, we walk to India Gate, taking in the sights and sounds of street life along the way. At what seems a just round the corner extension to the walk to get to the Craft Village Museum we get chatting to some older policemen to check we are heading in the right direction. I cheekily ask if they will give us a lift, and we are then ushered into the police car, and duly dropped off at the museum, much to the wonderment of all passers by who saw us laughing and joking in the police car on the way. I was only kidding when I asked for the lift, so be careful what you wish for! Only in India!
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