We walked along the serpentine lanes of Landour and reached Sister's Bazaar. As usual, we expected a long queue outside The Landour Bakehouse, but we were surprised to see it deserted. The sign had been peeled off, the doors were shuttered and my heart sank to the pits of my being. As we went closer to check, we spotted a small sign with a pointer guiding travellers to the new location of the outlet. We let out a relieved squeal for the best bakery in Mussoorie was still there, just adjacent to its original spot. Afterwards, we haunted the holy grounds of the church near Char Dukaan&ndashwhich translates to "Four Shops", in English, that has expanded to nearly double the number now. After almost a couple of hours, a lot of breaths lost, a melt-in-the-mouth omelette, eccentric drunk/homeless people, and lots of friendly fluffy mountain mongrels, we reached our destination. And it was worth it. "I told you&ndashan hour tops" said my friend, very proud of his joke.