Silhouetted against the grey sky stood a pair of old lions, their unseeing eyes turned heavenwards, their jaws frozen in mid roar. Sad reminders of the grandeur and wealth that once were part of the mansion, above whose pediment they now stood abandoned and forlorn. Cow dung cakes were left to dry on the pillars that once marked the grand entrance. Plants ran wild across the courtyard. The building was a picture of neglect. But still we could not take our eyes off that ornamental pediment, the long colonnaded veranda topped by louvred sunshades, the doors inlaid with decorated plaques, the rainwater outlets ending in tiger faces.






