Paris on the banks of the Tirur

How could one ignore the Paris stop in Kuttayi, Kerala. Anything so deliciously contraposed had to be visited. I was conjuring up crepes on banana leafs !!

There was not a soul in sight. More than the belle epoque of Paris, it could pass as a sun baked Mexican town. The snoring of the septuagenarians under the thatch superimposed on the buzzing flies around the compost heap of discarded mango skins gives it its own somnambulistic march music.