I stumbled upon enormous churches, all of which seemed over sized for a town like Pondy but I suppose in the days of French colonial rule, they needed them or perhaps it was about being bigger than the Hindu temples.
I could only guess. Sadly, I didn’t find any of them tasteful. In one a sermon was being conducted in Tamil to a more empty than full congregation. While inside another, a crow squawked as if it had a lot to say about the Catholic Corporation.