Market, Mysore, India |
An afternoon wandering through the locals’
market (no tourist tat in sight), reminded me why I love India. The profusion.
Colors, textures, smells, tastes, friendly people. No hustlers here, just
locals out shopping. Men polishing brass pots or frying banana strips in
sizzling coconut oil. Women in saris and salwar kameez whose sense of color and
style put us to shame.
We explored the Mysore Palace, a massive
over-the-top Victorian pile built in the early 20th century. Not my
cup of tea, but illuminated at night it’s quite a sight. The estate was nationalized
by the Indian government at independence and the current maharajah lives in a
flat round the back. Elephants, used for a few parades each year, live in one
corner of the grounds. Their keepers welcomed us and boosted us up for an
elephant’s eye-view of the territory.
Off in a quiet corner of the huge grounds is
a small temple where we found the resident Brahmin priest picking mangoes from
a nearby tree. He also performs the
daily pujas (offerings) and a woman renews the rice flour mandala drawings on
the ground each morning.
As for the food….South Indian cuisine is
quite different from that usually found in western Indian restaurants. Coconuts
are omnipresent: oil, sauces, or shredded in chutneys. Morning buffets featured
idlis (a fermented rice dumpling, delicious with coconut chutney). Masala dosas
– large crispy rice pancakes filled with spiced vegetables and coconut. Coconut
cakes and cookies. Those tasty sliced bananas (spiced or plain) deep-fried in
coconut oil.
Next: On the road to the Nilgiri hills – frenzied
traffic and quiet rural lanes.
The
God of Small Things by Arundhati Roy. This 1997
Booker-prizewinning novel takes place in Kerala.
The End
of Karma: Hope and Fury Among India’s Young by Somini Sengupta. A New York Times
reporter, born in India and raised in the U.S., spent several years researching
this 2016 book about India today.
Kim
by Rudyard Kipling. Story of a street orphan and
Tibetan lama in 1890s India: a spy thriller, social commentary, and poignant
coming of age story. One of my favorite classics.
Thanks for the gorgeous glimpse, Gretchen! It makes me long to travel!
ReplyDeleteWonderful! Idliis and masala dosa breakfasts remind me of my trip so many years ago! Maybe I'll be inspired to do some chalk or rice drawings on my slate patio in the backyard these spring mornings, so beautiful! Thank you Gretchen for sharing this!
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