I cooled off in a beach side restaurant because it wasn’t only the thirty-two degree heat that had me wilting, but the high humidity drenching my skin. I sat talking to a Mumbai visitor while the Bay of Bengal beckoned. Continue reading Pondy’s beachfront
How could I be in India without taking at least one photo of a statue of India’s beloved Mahatma? It seemed every Indian vacationing in Pondy wanted to do the same. Continue reading At the feet of Gandhi
In the midst of Pondy was a little green space, Bharathi Park. A walkway skirted the octagonal perimeter under shady trees past a children’s playground. Continue reading Puducherry’s Bharathi Park
I roamed back and forth along streets designated as the French Quarter.
A French tourist staying at my homestay advised I look out for buildings with columns. Most of them were a bit of a disappointment, but at least one stood out as stylish. Continue reading Puducherry’s French Quarter
I bussed south from Chennai and passed walled plots of coconut plantations, pine trees, an occasional rice paddy field and gained a taste of the old India. But resorts were encroaching on this farmland to the point where some farmers had signs plastered on boundary walls, “This property isn’t for sale.” Continue reading Puducherry