Thursday, January 11, 1996

Mahabalipuram, the ninety-fourth day


I miss Puri a little bit, but the presence of the tenants of the "Broad-Lands" in Madras makes the integration into the village a bit easier. One meets at the beach, then you visit together the temple of the holy white eagles, you’ll get to the dance festival and an appointment for the next sunrise is given. My trip has become very social. It is not just the one-time of the Australians in Puri; it is also the answer to a need after three months of travel. I wonder if, coming back to Paris, I will systematically get in contact with my neighbors in bars, restaurants, housing or transportation. I may perhaps deal with some reluctance!

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