Tales from the Haveli - two baffled travellers

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After a long taxi ride, a short flight (45 mins and they could still serve 37 rows of passengers with a hot meal) and then another taxi ride and a fast walk, we're finally at the haveli in an old historic quarter of Ahmedabad. We have the top floor room with its own terrace and sitting room and an enormous marble bathroom. But best of all we have a great view of the neighbourhood. My husband stood captivated watching a negotiation to swap a second hand plastic chair for a new bucket between a housewife and a plastic bucket lady. I've just been watching two squirrels chasing each other up and down the wall of the next house. The housekeeper at the B&B speaks English with enthusiasm and an impenetrable accent that we just don't understand. We keep nodding and saying yes. We ask him questions and the answer is always yes - even when the question doesn't allow that. "So do we go out to dinner or do they deliver?" we ask, baffled about how to get fed. "Yes" he says. I don't suppose we'll starve