Squirrels, Turbans, and Petrified Bell Captains
Spending the day at the Claridges hotel turned out to be an astonishingly necessary component of my transformation. The entirety of the attentive hotel staff was welcomingly formal and always addressed me as Mrs. Callan, or Madam. After breakfast, since I had a brand new camera, I thought I might learn how to use it before the Spiritual Yoga Pilgrimage began, with the intention of gaining proficiency to be as efficient as possible while touring. I decided to start by taking pictures of the hotel. Walking out the front of the hotel, the Bell Captains, exquisitely uniformed and