Getting used to the chaos that engulfs you whenever you set foot outside the front door. I say chaos but there is an elegant symmetry to everything, as despite the shear randomness of cars, rickshaws and people, plus the odd cow, flinging themselves together in some mad scramble, everyone seems to get to where they need to be. Even if they wear out several hooters on the way.

 One respite from the chaos exists at the tranquil Ghats on the riverbank, where great leaders were consigned to the flames and to the pages of history. Raj Ghat is the biggest and is the site of the cremation of Mahatma Gandhi.

 One of the newer temples is the Arkshadham, over the river in the eastern suburbs . It's a vast complex with some impressive carvings and has more than a touch of Disneyland, with boat rides taking you through a series of animatronics telling the life of the Ghru. No cameras or phones allowed, so you have to take my word for it.

 Visited the tomb of Humayun, one of the great Mughal Emperors and the prototype for the Taj Mahal. It certainly is an amazing building. Photos were allowed here, so I took a few.

 Walking back i took a shortcut across the playing fields surrounding the India Gate, and straight through the middle of about 20 cricket matches all being played simultaneously on the same pitch. Now I don't much like being on a field where 1 cricket match is being played, let alone 20. Let's just say there were balls flying from every direction.

 Sunday is obviously the day to being your kids out in their radio motorised cars, to whiz around the monument. Although to be honest I say lots of middle aged men playing, with the kids more interested in getting a ballon.