In India, Pondicherry was one of my must-visit destinations. In was a French colonial settlement till 1954, and still has a well-preserved French quarter, with French-style colonial villas and characterful tree-lined streets. I stayed in one of these – a charming guest house called Le Rêve Bleu.
My room looked out over a building site. Was I dismayed? Not at all. Look at these scenes of builders – at least half of them women – at work from 6.30 every morning. I’d long been woken up by then, by the daily Muslim Call to Prayer, announced over a very loud tannoy system at about half past five,




Now this can of building work I’d be happy to look out into too – wonderful Margaret. What a trip you had
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can?!! Where on earth did can come from – I meant kind of course!
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oh help and spotted another into rather than on to what is wrong with me this morning!!! maybe it is the very noisy building work that has suddenly started outside my place this morning. No pictures as I cannot see it, just hear it 😦
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Two Typo Queens, you and me both! But with builders at large, you are forgiven.
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thank you so much and it is good to be in your fabulous company xx
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And yours!
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A world away, isn’t it, Margaret? You’d fit in well with those early risers 🙂 🙂
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Absolutely I would. No need for alarm clocks for me. I beat the lot.
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🤗💕
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What an incredible trip you had, Margaret! As Jo says, a world away….so you have future nostalgias aplenty
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Just a few … 😉
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So glad you kept your photographs and what a good memory you have of that trip. Wonderful picutres.
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It was the diary wot done it!
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Sorry, pictures.
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We’re all on the typos today!
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Wonderful, if I ever go back to India this is an area I’d like to visit. I still have Shri Aurobindo’s book from 30 years ago that I bought while in Rishikesh.
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That’s not a book I know. But yes, I really loved this area, and its people. It’s one I’d return to very willingly.
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No cement?
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Yes, I think so. That guy in the first shot is mixing some. What you see is not a wall, just a pile of bricks waiting to be made into one!
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Oh, I see, a practice wall!
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Is all that grassy stuff (the grey-brown color to the right) a wall? Are they replacing that with brick? Has Pondicherry retained their French quarter do you think? Cady
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Yes, it’s a temporary screen made of grasses. And yes, Pondicherry definitely retains its French vibe, and deliberately so. You can buy croissants and French delicacies of very kind and the old centre is definitely French -inspired. There’s more to come and you’ll see what I mean.
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The colour in these photographs is intensely beautiful, particularly the brick. And, interesting to see in this region of India ‘women hold up half the sky’ as they do in China, shame we don’t see that in our Cabinet.
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Indeed. Although as far as Pondicherry goes, I think as a woman you’d have a better chance of being a bricklayer than a captain of industry.
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I love your view of life. Terrific photos 😀
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Thanks, Cee.
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All done by hand, and the worked all day long…
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Yup. All hard work there I think.
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Not sure, I would enjoy to be woken up half past five in the morning, not even by a call to prayer. Other than that is sounds like a wonderful experience. Like you I love to take photos of the small daily life scenes at the places I visit. Your photos look so bright and colourful, quite a contrast to a grey and cold London…
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Indeed England is a bit grey just now.. But I simply didn’t sleep in India. The call to prayer didn’t wake me up as I was already in the land of the living. And I was awake for the scene I’ll show on Monday, all in the middle of the night. No wonder I ended up in hospital!
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Oh no! Hope it wasn’t too serious. It’s never nice to end up in hospital, but can be more scary in a country far from home. When I climbed Kilimanjaro someone fell and broke her leg. We later heard there was nobody who spoke English at the hospital and it was also a bad injury. A terrible experience altogether (not to mention being carried blindfolded down the mountain by four porters without any painkillers…). Anyway, hope your experience wasn’t quite as bad.
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It wasn’t anything like as horrific as your fellow traveller’s experience. I’ve written about it here: https://margaret21.com/2019/11/19/sri-balaji-hospital-chennai/ But don’t feel obliged to read it!
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Great photos! And sounds like you were game to take things as they came, 5:15 wake up call, what can one do. : )
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Go with the flow, it’s the only way …
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Yes, number one traveling lesson!
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I loved how so many people – men mostly – completed their morning ablutions in the street at the closest water tap. Clean your teeth, have a bird bath, wash your hair…all the while watching the world walk by. I can’t get enough of India. Mel
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Gosh, that’s something I simply never saw! I’ve led a sheltered life …
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They were clad! 😉 and eventually clean.
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That must have been a treat to see people at work, right outside your window. I found the early morning call for prayers beautiful, once I got past the shock of awakening. I suppose though it depends on who’s doing the calling & the quality of the speakers 🙂
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Indeed. But yes, I found it evocative and a good start to the day.
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