Twenty years ago when Bill was last in India, he had some of his favorite clothes copied by a local tailor for a fraction of the price such work would cost in the United States. Since our arrival here a week ago, several people here in Ahmedabad recommended the same tailor, so we knew it had to be worth a visit: and while slightly more expensive than it once was, it’s no less of an adventure, beginning with getting from the tailor shop to the fabric shop: the tailor himself drove us in his family vehicle. He told us that he usually travels with his wife in the passenger car, one child behind him and the other wedged in between, whereupon Fiona took her seat in the middle, seatbelt-free and swooning with joy.