Our square mile

We've been wandering the streets of Kala Ghorha, enjoying the weather and the open air art of this annual festival. The entire area was named Kala Ghorha (black horse) after a statue commissioned by Albert Sassoon, the son of David Sassoon, himself a Sephardic Jew from Baghdad who made his fortune in international trade, with Bombay as his base. The statue below of David Sassoon stands in the library that bears his name.

Rhythm House, the center of music sales in Bombay for decades, is closing down. Repainting the building in bright blue and yellow didn't help, and neither did the shift back to vinyl. We bought our share of records out of loyalty.
Kala Ghorha keeps springing other surprises though. There's La Folie for fantastic French pastries, The Kala Ghoda Cafe itself, The Pantry , San-Cha tea, where yours truly buys his fix of Darjeeling Tea, and Filter (which gives its address as "behind Rhythm House"), where Dad does his Christmas shopping. It wasn't quite last minute this year, I actually had a few days in hand, but what a treasure trove of cool gifts it is.

Lunch was at a new place called Farmer & Sons. We're doing a bit of a plug for it here because it needs to last. It's at the outer reach of Kala Ghorha on the way to the Bombay Stock Exchange and Horniman Circle. Great oven fired pizzas washed down by sinful midday Margaritas.