When I first saw Delhi’s heartbreakingly romantic Lodhi Gardens, my reptilian sub-brain said, ‘Badmashi bingo!’ Sure enough, it was full of couples coupling in the sun. Kids played hide-and-seek on a narrow ledge surrounding the Bada Gambad dome. A JNU type lay spreadeagled, photocopied reader at his side.

With a lotus pond, spring flowers, fortress walls and carefully-manicured lawns, this make-out spot is as pretty as S.F.’s Palace of Fine Arts. There’s something morbid about kissing around tombs, but then sex and death are thespian staples.