Two girls adventuring through the French quarter of India through their tinted traveling lenses
Ever since I have taken up writing professionally, I am even busier than I used to be as a practicing architect! Go figure. Don't get me wrong I absolutely adore writing and I feel like I am made for the editorial world but it has definitely cut into my travel time and needless to say, I'm not too ecstatic about that.
If you've been following my blog, you must know that I am a minimum of two weeks at a time holiday kind of a girl. The longer the trip, the happier I am. However, as a wise friend told me, I am going to have to take shorter trips but more frequent ones, I decided to take her up on that advice and planned a long weekend trip to Pondicherry. Hey, if I can't make it to France, France comes to me! Anyway, jokes apart, I have been meaning to go there for years but somehow, couldn't make the time. Long story short, I spoke to one of my girls about it and she was on board too. Before we knew it, we had booked tickets and hotels and in three weeks, we would be there...
When the date finally came, I was over the moon - now before you judge, bear in mind that this little travel junkie hadn't traveled in seven months! This is categorically unheard of! We decided to take an early morning flight so we could get there earlier and make the most of the day we landed. Once at Chennai, we got our luggage, met our driver and took off on the three-hour-long road trip via East Coast Road. It is quite a scenic route provided it isn't the middle of the night! Schumacher, however, drove us there in record time while we clung on to each other for dear life... Finally after a night that commenced at 23.00 finally came to an end at 5.30. (it doesn't have to be a night trip, we just chose that and have no regrets)
Once in Pondicherry, I was quite taken by the arty vibe and the clean streets of White Town. It was relatively dead at that hour but that gave me a clear-cut view of the territory. Quaint and bright, it definitely gave me a Parisien vibe. After our breakfast at Baker Street, we headed back to our lovely boutique hotel and fortunately got awarded an early check-in. Yes, that felt like an award.
Six hours later, groggy and famished from what felt like a coma induced sleep, we were rearing to explore. Fortunately, we chose a hotel with a 9+ rating on location (my mantra) and so everything worth visiting was within walkable distance. Heading to the famous Cafe Des Arts, we decided to take a few customary pictures against the monochromatic graffiti wall with the bright yellow background. After this, we stepped inside and treated ourselves to some frozen coffee. It was needed as Pondi was really hot. To be noted is that everyone is slow-paced and relaxed and for us city-folk, it is quite the patience tester. Once I got used to relaxed service and not being hounded by waiters, I started accepting it and enjoying that pace.