We crawled over the old part of the city starting disturbingly early in the morning. Our tour guide was subpar, especially by comparison to the excellent ones we had all over north India. Apparently we didn't really go anywhere significant (or so says Kaka, I don't disagree), mostly just places the tour guide had connections (such as at his ancestral home... Nice for him, but not so interesting for the rest of us). We failed to see Tagore's home and the Victoria Memorial, but we DID get to see a district of idol making and the wonderful Marble Palace! The Indians whom the British payed handsomely to submit to their authority decked this place to the max with Greco-Roman art and architecture. There was an overwhelming amount to take in; however, they told us we were not allowed to take pictures (and the guard had a big spear so we obeyed) so it's just another place to see for yourself.
Victory picture; I danced away from the spear before I could be prodded
After eating a huge breakfast at 6AM, a traditional Bengali breakfast in a box at 10, and a terrible fancy lunch at the "Peerless Inn", we drowsily went to class in which we ate a cake. The zombies named Becca, Erik and Rita went to their first meeting at Prayasam, but more about that later. Service learning starts soon.
"Welcome"
Anyway, what I really want to say is there is no reason for tours to start that early. Also, Paris has absolutely no business here. Though I do love that hotel chain of hers, (the Delhi Hilton cradled me in comfort while I acclimated my first few days) I feel a personal duty to protect the Indian people from her brainwashing.
That's hot.
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