I once lived, for three years off and on, in a reasonable facsimile of the “Best Exotic Marigold Hotel.” If you saw the movie (2011) or, even better, read the novel by Deborah Moggach (2004), you know that both talk about a group of elderly and relatively poor British expatriates who move to an “idyllic” but run-down hotel in Jaipur, India, to l
