Known as the French Riviera of the East, Puducherry is a walkable archive of its past. Once you make your way through the packed main roads, inching closer to the buzzing Promenade and into the French Quarter, a sudden silence takes over. This silence is of a good kind–one that whispers the secrets of a slow life—of days marked by leisurely strolls, mornings welcomed by the perfectly flaky and buttery croissants, evenings ushered in by the waves of the Bay of Bengal, and nights made bright by candle-light dinners in courtyards of centuries-old French villas.


