The southern tip of the city — the Taj and the Gateway, the towers of Cuffe Parade, Nariman Point and the Fort — and the start of the longest, most beautiful drive to the airport.
Marine Drive, the Coastal Road, the Sea Link: the house plans the hour to the airport from the tip of the city with care, because it is the furthest address from it.
Most towers here ask for a guest’s name at the gate and keep cars out of the porch until it is given. The sarathi gives yours, waits where security allows, and is at the lobby door, not at the kerb, when you come down.
A yacht or a boat to Alibaug from the Gateway, met at the jetty — the Gateway of India.
The Fort, Kala Ghoda and the galleries, Dalal Street, the courts — a day of short hops is simplest by the hour.
The house never names who it collects, or from which building, here or anywhere else. Your gate, your tower and your floor are written once, kept in your room, and read only by your sarathi.
Inside every written figure: the car, your sarathi, fuel, every toll, parking at both ends and GST. Nothing is added on the day, and no meter runs.
Reserve from Colaba and Cuffe ParadeYour gate and floor, written once.