I finally got around to transferring the whole load of images from the trip that have been clogging my phone up, and I picked out a few that I love, to share here. In no particular order.
Exploring Chettinadu was all about the spaces. Large expansive galleries that popped with colour in unexpected ways. Quaint alcoves full of character. Vast, dingy roams that closed in on you. Gleaming streaks of light from sky-high windows. Sun-filled courtyards stuck in time. Smoky kitchens with walls that have soaked up generations of flavour. Resplendent, acid-trip ceilings. Giant creaking swings. Shiny, colour-blocked windows. I could go on and on.