Antevasin

This weekend, my friends and I boarded a bus to Pondicherry, a town on the Bay of Bengal that was once the capitol of French India.

The French part of town is quaint and crumbling; the sea air has eaten at the buildings and rusted the cars in a slow, methodical way. The pace of life in Pondicherry was also notably slower, which at first was irritating to us who had grown accustomed to the (sporadically) quick pace of life in Chennai.

After a few good Café Au Laits and the best bread we’d tasted in India thus far, our pace slowed as well, and we lingered for hours in charming rooftop cafés.

The respite from the heat and noise and bustle of Chennai was welcomed, and over entirely too soon.