The traffic's terrible, the city stinks, the streets are dirty, the weather's hot and wet, I don't speak the language. But the food is awesome, the people are warm, the city never sleeps. From one window of the apartment, you'll see new highrises. From the other, the slums. Mumbai is a city of contrasts, and I like it.

Mumbai's yellow-topped cabs are as distinctive as NYC's or London's.
Churchgate rail station during evening rush hour.
Most buildings look like these.
Brave or stupid?
The Taj Hotel
Tugging at Apollo Bandar, a small port next to the Gateway of India.
Waiting at Victoria Terminus, one of Mumbai's busiest rail stations.
A woman restin' her bones at Marine Drive, watching the cars roll by.
Warden Road, where Mom grew up.
Ghosts

Next on the list: Bangalore, Mysore and Ooty. One of these days...