En route to the airport we pass a traffic accident. One driver , surrounded by a group of passers by, clambers onto the roof of his car and starts to hold forth on how stupid the other driver is.
At the airport gift shop a flower arrangement that stops us in our tracks.
After the sounds and smells of Delhi the Lufthansa cabin a haven of peace and tranquility.
The stewardess says the wine has good ' mouth feel ' . She means taste.
On the far aisle an extremely affable Chinese gentleman in a tightly tailored suit made from a blue and black checkerboard material. The checkerboard squares are roughly one inch in size. A black shirt, white tie, canary yellow socks and red patent leather shoes add to the formality. He drinks a prodigious amount of neat Scotch from a tumbler throughout the ( long ) flight. He smiles a lot despite missing a number of teeth. Can he be going to Germany on business ? What will the staid burgers of Munich make of his attire ? What business could he possibly be in ? He's still smiling when we land. We smile back. He's last seen being questioned at immigration by an unsmiling frontier guard.
Home. ' The font ' unwraps the Kanchipuyamjari silk. '' It didn't look that bright in India ! " . The perils of buying things when travelling.