We reached Mandore Garden after dark and boarded an open-sided trolley with a white roof, black posts, and a blue lamp under the canopy. Palms and park benches sat behind a wooden fence. Inside a shrine, Ganesha sat sheathed in crinkled silver and ruby foil, yellow cloth over his shoulders, white blossoms and red beads at his neck, a crimson trident on his forehead; split coconuts waited on a silver platter beneath a…
