Monday, December 20, 2004

Apposition

Constricted francophile byways. The barren sea, the sodium winds of its womb, a dilapidated jetty holding on to hope. Walking within. Jaundiced bars of bonhomie - some canopied, some celestial. Apparitions, renegades, saints and the adolescent moon. Long shadows and dark skins.

Pondicherry.

2 comments:

Swapnil Deopurkar said...

There's something about the eastern sea coast. The sea there. Been to Pondicheri once. Going for the second time in a month, this weekend. Meeting an estate agent this time round.

The Saturnyne said...

WEll now!

And this is a most enjoyable place to read.

It's rare for me to leave a book, let alone a blog, feeling that i am a little wiser...

And for this, i thank you with pleasure.

I found myself here after finding a comment of yours in Onanymous's blog... so being naturally inquisitive...

Pleased to meet you. Best wishes from the cold and wet U.K.

S.