Little Britain

Somewhere in my possession there is a blog post, scribbled in entirity on the back of an envelope between Christmas and New Year or rather between Ooty and Mumbai, India. For days I kept it tucked in a safe place until I could type it up. “Ah,” I’d say to myself as I unpacked [...]

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Bagged #2

Well said, Rebekahn.   I couldn’t help thinking similar the day before yesterday as I wandered through the market  in Pondicherry (actually the new spelling is Puducherry) and  saw these hanging from a stall: 

So-called developed world leftovers.  A bit ironic, aren’t they?  I wonder how much money Tesco made off them.  I wonder if they were fair trade, too.  [...]

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From India, With Love

A quickie to say I’m in Pondicherry, about four hours south of Chennai, and that I’m in love.  No, not with the Kashmiri trader who promised unending love and to escourt me around India for a rupee a day, but with the deeply scented flowers of jasmine and lily of the valley which women here wear [...]

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