My partner and I arrived in this frenetic city in late October. By Christmas, we’d been stuck at our hotel for so long that we were invited to a special holiday dinner for long-term guests.
We wouldn’t eat off our own table until Feb. 5 — 106 days after we cleared customs at Chhatrapati Shivaji International Airport and confronted Mumbai’s oppressive humidity for the first time. We assumed we would be set up in a charming colonial apartment within a few weeks. More than 700 smartphone snaps of 50 (mostly lousy) apartments is a testament to our naivete.