Lodi Garden is one of the few places we've seen people exercising in public. There were half a dozen joggers the morning we visited. Jessica was jealous, but only to a point. That point being the pack of wild dogs, who followed us like curious children . I tried to explain to Jess that the dogs were spirits trying to attach themselves to her, and that they would not go away until she made peace with their suffering, but for some reason that didn't make her feel any better.
Later in the day we went to Hauz Khas, a bohemian enclave not far from our guesthouse. After some shopping, we stopped into Coffee Day, a chain of Indian coffee houses with hip decor and loud techno music. Their slogan is "Anything can happen over coffee." I suppose that's true, but on the day we visited their coffee machine was broken. No hot water. We hung out anyway, because anything can happen over cold Nescafe, too.
On our last night in the Delhi guesthouse, the owner called on Jessica's professional expertise, explaining that he had a problem with one of the web services offered by her company. Apparently the listing for his inn had been confused with the listing for a similar inn a few doors down. No problem, Jessica told him, this happens a lot. She whipped out her laptop, dashed off a few emails and in ten minutes had the answer. (Her colleagues were just getting to the office in California.) Jess explained what he needed to do. The innkeeper thanked her, wrote it all down, and promptly passed the orders to his teenage son, who accepted the challenge with typical teenage reluctance. A photo of the whole family is below.
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