We revisited the Indian Museum on Chowringhee, an amazing shrine to Civilisation, and passed these characters on our way down Sudder Street.
The Indian Museum is one of the great museums of the world. A cathedral to culture and industry. Vast rooms, one upon another, each the size of ballrooms, pillared, plastered, soaring ceilings, doors and windows and display cabinets of beautiful polished wood.
Here an incredible collection of the most gorgeous Bengali art.
There an extraordinary collection of stuffed animals and amazing dioramas. You ARE there !
There’s a Moose loose in the hoose.
We were last here in September just after the Monsoon when things were a little greener.
Carvings and Statues, Fruits past their use by date, boxes of matches.
Hats made of wood.
The beautiful people were there of course.
Then, on the very top floor, a collection of masks that would have blown our socks off had we been wearing any.
The Dislocated Hippies 