Well, not quite. This was the scene when we left home to catch the plane.

Spot the difference: The entrance to the Red Fort, Old Delhi.

The Qutab Minar, the tallest stone tower in India, built in 1199.

 The Baha' i temple, shaped like a giant lotus and with a giant bee living in the top.

Well, it wouldn't be a Michael Booth post without some kind of snake action. The cobra is defanged, and devenomed and weak from being kept coiled in a basket I was told, but not until after Emil had strolled right up to while I was looking the other way. I kept a reasonable distance, so as to get a nicely framed photo you understand.
 

 Roti and naan masters at Karim's, Delhi's most famous restaurant: glad i didn't notice one of them had his foot in the dough until after I'd eaten as the breads were sensational.

These vegetables are called 'drumsticks' but I have no idea what they are. Anyone any thoughts? 

The night fogs have been terrible this week in Delhi, lending the city an eery, post-apocalyptic feel with people huddled around litter fires and rubble everywhere. Believe it or not but there was a terrific Rajasthani-Gujurati restaurant on this street. And, no, I didn't get sick.