Hands-down my favourite, and the most peaceful place in Calcutta is Park Street Cemetery. An oasis of green rebelliously persevering in the face of all the traffic, dust and pollution of the city. When the Britishers first arrived in India they were dropping like flies from various horrible tropical diseases. Calcutta - being the colonial capital of the day - is now the final resting place to many ill-fated, 18th century noble men, women and children, almost all under the age of 40. The cemetery itself is a reminder of the original topography of the city; tropical jungle overflowing onto icons of the old British gentry. It’s a lost Louis’ Kingdom in the midst of dust, horns and madness.