GOD BLESS THE FRENCH.

I am in Pondicherry this weekend, which is a former french colony. It still has that french feel to it. It's like a small french village but with Indians living in it instead. The streets all have french names, and there are a ton of great french restaurants. I just had the most delightful coq au vin and a cup of black coffee.

As a side note, hanging out with Jin, who is from England, in addition to Indians using certain British words/phrases, has made me pick up a few English ways of saying things. For instance, they don't say math, they say maths, and they don't say scotch tape, they say cellotape. But in my thoughts I use the word "quite" a lot. That meal was quite delicious, quite delicious indeed. Bob's your uncle. Oh and apparently no one in England says "smashing" anymore; that is a relic from the sixties. They do however say "cheeky monkey".

Anyway, I am by myself this weekend, but it's alright -- I rented a moped (well technically, it's a noped since it has foot pegs and a kickstart engine), and am going to buzz around town. I was really hoping they would have motobecanes here, alas they only have the normal TVS mopeds. I will see a few sights, then relax in a cafe somewhere drinking bordeaux and reading a book. It shall be frightfully relaxing, I say.