…our guide appeared behind us, holding a sign: Mrs. Karen Louise Roper. (There must be thousands of Guptas and Chopras in India, but the only Ropers in several thousand miles required a first and middle name.)
It’s short, a very pleasant afternoon’s reading, and so funny! I started off highlighting passages for quotes, soon realising I would end up quoting more of the book than I was leaving out. Not many books make me laugh out loud, but this did.
As far as I could tell, the Ahmedabad Airport was staffed by the entire Indian army, each soldier carrying a honking huge gun. I grabbed my suitcase and exited baggage control into India. Noise. Chaos. People, dogs, honking horns, more people. More soldiers. More guns. Dozens of sincere men who called me “Sister” and suggested they could take me anywhere on the planet I might want to go.
What’s the best thing about renting a house for the holidays? Between my jeans with stretch lycra and the fact that …
I found it. The best thing in Paris. This time, anyway… A friend asked me what I liked best about Paris …
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