At the Windsor Hotel Bar, one of the most antique relics of the British colonial era, the waiter plays symphonic music over the speakers to drown the sound of the Friday afternoon sermon from a nearby mosque. He motions to another waiter and says, “She likes it because she is Muslim, but I do not like it.” I ask him if he is a Christian, and he says grimaces. “I am like a flower. I am from the earth.” A bit pricey, but cheaper than a time travel machine and you get the same experience, plus free wifi. Picture from here.