Wednesday, December 4, 2013

In Pondicherry

I love this town.  It used to be a French colony and still preserves some beautiful colonial architecture, much of which is well preserved in the old part of town.



The place is small enough so that I can get around on the bicycle which I rented yesterday--a one-speed, purple girl's bike with a basket in front.  (Bella would approve.)   Once I get over my embarrassment, I'll have someone take a picture of myself on it.  The hotel watchman smirked at me as I parked my battered steed among all the sleek-looking motorcycles, so he's out.

The bike lets me get quickly from my hotel to the two research institutes where I'm working:  the French Institute of Pondicherry and the French School of Asian Studies.  (Sounds better in Frinch:  l'Institut francais de Pondichery; l'Ecole francaise d'Extreme-Orient.)  Together they house a rare collection of palm-leaf manuscripts, transcriptions and books focusing on the philosophy and rituals of the Shaiva Siddhanta, the Hindu tradition that I study.  It goes back over a thousand years and is still practiced in many temples today.

Courtyard inside the French Institute

One of the libraries--
The windows at right look onto the Bay of Bengal.


Today I'm working in the non-air-conditioned library because I have wi-fi access here.  There's a strong breeze coming through the open windows, with lush greenery and bougainvillea just outside, so it's a pleasure to work and not be dripping with sweat.  I'm the only visitor to the library this morning.  Guess I should actually do some work, but wait, is it already time for lunch?




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