This post is dedicated to the coastal town of Pondicherry, which also forms a small union territory of its own. Colonised by the French till 1954, the town boasts a European heritage unlike any other of its sort in India. Its cuisine, a curious mix of Tamil-French, is delightful to the palate, and debilitating to the purse.
And still, to be in Pondicherry was to the closest one could be to Paris. The Orient, after all, was only a state of mind. Several claimed themselves French nationals simply because they had been to Pondicherry once in their life, and savoured Baker Street’s sandwiches and quiches.









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