This morning I took the city bus for seven cents up to the old area of Chennai known as Georgetown. My destination: the old flower market. To get there, I had to walk past sellers who lined the muddy main road. Pavement was not to be seen. The mud and puddles added to the already chaotic scene. A cycle rickshaw wheeled over to the pineapple vendor, piling a small mound into the foot area. Custard apples were carefully piled up in tiny pyramids. A woman inspected her growing garland of yellow flowers, snaking around the inverted basket. A mere block later, I would be on the side street lined with flower sellers.
Looking toward the bus station, one can see the Madras High Court up the street. Shortly, these umbrellas would be used not for relief from the sun, but from the rains.
See more photos of Georgetown on my Flickr page.
1 comment:
There's a Georgetown in D.C., in Seattle, and in Chennai, and probably elsewhere, too. Yours is definitely unique.
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