The train from Siliguri arrived in Kolkata early in the morning, and we went back to our old hotel, where we’d rented a room for the day so we could shower and not smell as awful as we had been from surfeit of train stations and trains. Then, a day of odds and ends. We went and had breakfast at Flurys (sic.), roughly a fancy Indian equivalent of Denny’s. We admired this shrine on the corner of Park Street:

I’m not sure who that is. We kept walking down Park Street to find a little park which had, as its sole attraction for children, this slide, made, confoundingly, of concrete, marble, and an enormous tire:

Harriet approved. We kept going down the street to the Park Street Cemetary, a colonial collection of graves and enormous monuments to the dead in Roman style:

Then: shopping at Fabindia, and an astonishingly delicious Bengali lunch, during which Harriet decided she wanted to get her hands painted. So she did:

The results:

After that, we got on the plane, and now we are in Bangkok.