I surveyed her merchandise while she buckled several varieties of kling kling dance around my ankles. Our travel buddies for that day, Couchsurfers Thea and Camilla from Denmark, refused to be embellished with silverware and merely watched my leg turn into a mobile mannequin right before their eyes.
Though extremely cheap at 20 INR, I only bought a piece to stick to our budget for the day. It took a while to brush off the persistent peddler for she was pushing another anklet on a hard sell (I realized days after during our Tiruchirapalli Rock Fort visit that it is imperative to have on both ankles, which I'll explain on another post). She seemed upset, but pasted a red bindi on my forehead as a freebie before scurrying away.
Hubby and I followed the two Danes who led the way to Thirumalai Nayak Palace's ticket booth to pay for admission: Foreign adults 50 INR, still camera 30 INR. There was no queue, but we waited for about half an hour for the lone attendant who came from an unannounced, extended lunch break.
The palace's gate opens out to its capacious courtyard that's utilized for light & sound shows and other performances. This was actually the only section our group was able to see due to time constraints. And well, because a foreign traveler's maundering within the palace grounds (or in any tourist site in India for that matter) is no walk in the park.
Unless you're a celebrity whose walk in the park usually involves being photographed by paparazzis. Ours surely don't.
The mere presence of the Barbie-esque Dane sprung forth a commotion among the local men. Just as we entered the gates, we were photographed here and there. From a distance, and in our faces. We felt like stars who just walked onto the red carpet. I suppressed the urge to do a beauty queen wave, for no one will get the joke. And they'll probably wave back.
We managed to duck out for a few minutes behind the cloisters, where we finally had the chance to amble peacefully by ourselves. So peaceful that I heard the teeny-weeny chimes of my kling kling dance.
Thirumalai Nayak Palace, constructed in 1636 AD, served as King Thirumalai Nayak's home. Obviously this ain't something you could call a humble abode. Fact is, the king intended it to be one of - if not the most grandiose palace in South India. I must say... Job well done, your highness. Same goes to you, anonymous Italian architect.
I shielded my eyes from the blinding sun's rays as I looked up the marvelously carved and painted ceilings. The intermingling of Islamic and Dravidian architecture produced such stellar progeny.
Just as we emerged from the cloisters, a fresh batch of curious local tourists surrounded us for snapshots. Unanimously, we were no longer game for it. We all scampered towards the exit and left them bobbling their heads in bewilderment and confusion.
Amidst the noise, my kling kling dance's bell charms echoed across the courtyard. That impressive lil thang.
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