In Bangalore, you always start in the belly of the beast. You fall for the quaint little cafes dotting the side roads. You sip a million cups of filter coffee and dig into the sticky fudge brownies with the same sticky spoon you stirred your coffee with. You walk under the shade of popcorn bushes and Indian walnuts. You look up at the brilliant blue sky and the sun sailing across it like a spoonful of butter melting on warm toast.
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