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.
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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.
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.
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