My Private Mylapore

Not saying this was a typical day in India... I 'splain... no, is too long... I sum up. Morning has broken in Mylapore...


...pick up some freshly laundered clothes. Ironing done the old school way...


... need some coffee. Watch the roasters do their work...


...head to the local gym... "Paradise Fitness"... 3rd floor, no a/c, one working fan... what's the other place like, I wonder? Still, one pound weighs...


...now, something healthy to eat, neem flowers... deep fried, of course...


...a small offering to the deity...


...then, go catch some naice choons...


...and indulge in some people watching...


...and indulge in some watching people...


...stop in at Madras Boat Club for a few headers in the pool...


...catch a flick in the afternoon... nothing like a "Sambar Western"...


...visit the wine shop, which is to say, the local watering hole...


...haggle for bangles. Not entirely happy with the outcome, it seems...


...visit the flower vendors in front of the temple....


...stroll the markets in the evening, watch the jackfruit being opened...


...and the jasmine flowers being bundled...


...now haggling for mangoes. Terrible mangoes, and a dire crop this year...


...watching the vegetable trade really come alive at dusk. This woman's knife skills are, er, terrifying. Do not haggle...


...head out for some dinner. How many waiters does it take to fetch a clean glass, I say? Don't know really, but it took them a looong time...


...and finally, say good night.