Doorman at the Raffles
When we pulled into the smart circular driveway in front of Raffles' striking white facade, a doorman in a splendid turban was there to greet us. In Ira J. Morris' 1958 memoir "My East Was Gorgeous", he describes the "giant Indian doorman" who "hadn't even a smudge on his white gloves." This is such a tradition that they even sell doorman dolls in the hotel's gift shop!