I used to go to Raja market as a medical student to buy small trinkets - in those days, we would bunk off from a class, and walk down from medical school, stopping on the way for a bite to eat to fortify ourselves for the onslaught.
Today, Avenue road (a misnomer, if ever there was one) allows traffic in one direction only, but even so, it is maniacal and I cannot understand how people do not get killed while they are standing stock still in that street.
To get there, we needed to negotiate a rat- run of tiny streets, and I swear the chap who drives my mother around went pale under his tan at the mention of taking us there.
He offered to drop us off at the top of the road, go around the back way and pick us up on the other side. No way was he Driving Miss Daisy through that traffic - he feared for his life, his passengers and the car - not necessarily in that order. I could not see my 86 year old mother, (who would be most offended if I suggested that she stayed home) surviving the walk in that vast wilderness of people - one look at the pictures below will tell you why.
But when I look at all the stuff I found, it brings a smile to my face - it was so worth the effort. I was also glad that I had left Mike at home - he would never have made it - I would have had to take him to a hospital to resuscitate him on the way back!
I had very few clothes to wear, having filled my cases with jewellery - and four saree blouses, so I spent three weeks in borrowed finery - still, it was a good excuse to wear a saree, and I don't do that very often these days.
Now I shall go back to bed, to join my muse - I have a cold coming on, and I am on call at the day job this weekend - so much for the holiday!!
Catch you next week, same time, same place