Hotel Savoy in Mussourie, according to my diary....

 

Tues., Sept. 8, 2003, 8:10 PM...the Hotel Savoy at Mussourie, where Anna and I wandered into on a whim and found it to be untouched (and un-repaired) since the Raj. An amazing sight in the fog: all white-and-green fretwork, mouldy chairs, and broken billiard tables, photos of `celebrities' who had stayed there. All silent and empty above the bustle of rickshaws and hawkers along the Mussourie Mall. Like opening a closet and finding a ghost of the Raj with a parliament of industrious worms at it....