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.

 

Yet, a day's worth doesn't quite fit into a single post. More tomorrow.

The Doors of Shad Thames

Do you ever walk down a street and find yourself stopping to stare at its doorways? I do.

Meet the doors of Shad Thames, a historic, pretty cobbled street running parallel to the river Thames.

These are usually streets with a human scale - narrow, intimate and pedestrianised. Streets where the doors open right onto the pavements, their private realms just barely separated from the public - separated only by these intimate doors. I find myself intrigued by what's behind them, more so when there are no signs outside to betray the secret. More on Shad Thames soon.

Postcards from Spain | The Doors and Windows of Granada

Four days of flanerie in Granada in the Andalucian region of Spain could make anyone rapturous. It was my first visit to the beautiful country and I'm in love with the place, the people and the architecture.

And what does one do when one travels to another land? Send postcards to one's dear ones. I'll be sending you a bunch of postcards every day for the next few days, dear readers. I'd love to have you reply to them.

The Doors and Windows of Granada






































Can anyone help me translate that graffiti? What does it mean?















Hakuna Matata anyone?





Or Sleepy Pup perhaps?

My next set of postcards will reach you tomorrow. Meanwhile, I'll look forward to your replies!