There were so many amazing moments from the G20 Summit in New Delhi that I eventually gave up trying to remember them. Every time I thought I could not be more impressed by something jaw-dropping, the government of India pulled another astonishing rabbit from its overflowing hat. There was that brilliant photograph of the Qutub Minar, for instance, magically transformed into what looked like a sweet dish from Turkey. And thousands of flowers at every corner of Delhi, to remind the world that millions of us may not have enough food, money, or employment opportunities, but we know how to appreciate a good blooming rose. It was heady stuff, and I couldn’t get enough of it.

At times, it felt like an embarrassment of riches, from the silverware in which pure vegetarian dishes were served to assembled leaders, to the name game played out in real time as everyone tried to figure out if India was going to be called something else in the coming weeks. It was like a party with fun games thrown in, and a delightful way for us to introduce this new version of ourselves to the world.