A trip to Mussoorie
3 May 2015
During our trip to India this April, we made a brief visit to my childhood hometown of Mussoorie. It’s always reassuring to come here and see the old shops of the town still there selling their same wares, and the old houses still holding their ground.
Landour bazaar by the old now gone Clock Tower.
Amelia and her grand father at the meticulously renovated and refurbished Savoy Hotel. The grand dame of the Mussorie hill station during the British hey day, it fell into disrepair for decades.
A walk down Sister’s Bazaar. No changes here since my childhood. Prakash’s general store still selling the same western foods. I have always longed to give him a few merchandising tips
Pretty door at the top of the hill, at the entrance to Prakash’s Handicrafts which has been there forever.
I believe this is a Bhutia dog, a native hill dog snoozing in the afternoon sun.
View of the snow covered peaks far away. I think that these peaks lie in Tibet, or so I have always believed.
Another view of the distant peaks. Dreamy, mysterious, eternal.
I remember well my obsession with Tolkien’s Lord of the Rings, and I spent most of 8th grade lost in the fantasy of middle earth.