An Ice Cream at K. Rustom’s and the Magic of Marine Drive

YOU SHOULD NOW HEAD for Nariman Point, to slow down and take the fresh ocean air.

Start at the very end of the sea wall, with the National Centre for the Performing Arts at your back. If you can, go to the tip of the concrete jetty which is shored up by curious brutalist tetrapods piled against one another haphazardly, as if scattered there by a giant god. (No doubt it would have been the monkey god Hanuman, scattering with his usual vim and vigour.) The sun has long since set, but if you’re lucky there will be a bright, strong moon. If the man is still there selling raw green mango with chilli powder, then try some. It’ll freshen your palate. The waves lap companionably against the concrete shoreline. You may hear the odd murmur or giggle – Bombay’s lovers taking advantage of the sheltered quiet of Nariman Point.