While I was in the midst of endless traffic and tooting horns I came across two gems in Chennai’s back streets.
The first gem was a giant ancient tree in a hotel’s grounds. It was a drop of relief during my errands when I’d been directed in circles, back and forth without finding the ticket office I needed. The second gem was Saravana Bhavan, a restaurant I had encountered in both Vancouver and New York. In every Saravana Bhavan I’ve eaten in, the South Indian food has never disappointed. (And I’ve since found one in Melbourne too).