68th

I just got passed a very strange message from an Indian man, complete with actions.

I don't know if I should pass it on or just feel blessed:

*Pointing to the sky while holding my hand* "99, 99!"
*Pointing to my heart* "Seven nine"
*Pointing back to the sky then to me* "99! Seven nine!"
*Touching his head on my wrist* "99!"

Before this incident occurred, the same man had just borrowed another man's flute and played a jaunty little morning tune on it.

The Messiah!

EDIT: I've been in the Spring Fever gazebo most of the day despite it not being completely finished. It's only the furnishings though, so I've not been getting in the way too much. There are lots of books and they had these opium den style mats and pillows out, but they've replaced them now with a lesser, more practical version. Still, we will probably be here all evening as there is a cocktail reception for the opening and the speaker seems pretty interesting. Her name is Shobhaa Dé (not to be confused with the woman whose photography show I'm helping to curate - Shobha Deepak Singh) and she is a very famous columnist and novelist. AND then there's going to be a band.

Just after 'the message' had been passed on to me, Lodi Road

The finished Spring Fever gazebo, with impractical soft furnishings

So much bloody reading