PhotoStories | A Day’s Walk’s Worth – 1
How long does it take for a flâneur to find that little blister in the fabric of the city to be able to start peeling its layers away? A few days? A week? A month? How many years?
Certainly more than a single day, spent walking around in flip-flops under a 30 degree Centigrade sky, meeting the incredulous amusement of the local auto-rickshaw drivers, and the mostly closed doors and windows in Pondicherry’s French Town – very French, a little Indian and just a vague hint of old Dutch.
The only hope I had then, was to bring you back a day’s walk’s worth.