After the bus ride from hell, we finally commandeered an auto-rickshaw to our hotel/ashram and immediately noticed a nice change of pace. Pondicherry, the former capital of French southern India was absolutely wonderful, in the spots closest to the beach. Our hotel overlooked the Bay of Bengal and in the mornings you could hear the sounds of the water crashing into the beach through our mosquito nets.
As we walked around and discovered Pondicherry, we noticed that there were too parts.....the French part and the Indian part. The French part had quiet, walkable streets covered with trees! While their Indian counterparts were much more hectic and much less appealing in my own thoughts. Needless to say, we stuck to the French part of Pondicherry for the most part. We even watched a group of older Indian men playing boccie......how European is that?
Love, peace, and soul.
As we walked around and discovered Pondicherry, we noticed that there were too parts.....the French part and the Indian part. The French part had quiet, walkable streets covered with trees! While their Indian counterparts were much more hectic and much less appealing in my own thoughts. Needless to say, we stuck to the French part of Pondicherry for the most part. We even watched a group of older Indian men playing boccie......how European is that?
Love, peace, and soul.
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