The place I was hiding out last week was actually New Delhi. I know the Brits get knocked for turning up in foreign places and never stepping outside the hotel compound, but simply sitting by the pool. Well I guess we were the academic equivalent of that. It was the monsoon season (see above) and we spent most of the time in our room, just writing -- and it was heaven, honestly.
But we did venture out, to see St Stephens College, part of the University of Delhi -- designed by one of the husband's imperial architects, W S George.
It was built in the very late 1930s and early 40s, and the husband was interested in the architectural style, part Indian, part Byzantine, part Arts and Crafts. I was more interested in the social architecture, if you can put it that way.