Kochi
Kochi Muziris Biennale.

This was my first visit to see the biennale. Firstly, I was impressed with the new solar-powered International Airport at Kochi, it was an engineering and architectural achievement. All the men outside the airport were drivers in crisp white shirts and 'mundus'. They spoke impeccable english in a South-Indian accent, while taking us to our homestay in Fort Kochi - the heritage and heart of the biennale.

There is an almost wild, rustic greenery that descends onto every part of Kochi. While getting into Fort Kochi, we went through small lanes, the by lanes are even narrower preventing too many vehicles from getting in. The warehouses are close to each other and are all wooden, with rickety stairs, large windows and overwhelming doors - that lead to more doors. Every venue of the biennale that had art, had old rusty hinges, peeling paint, moss covered tiles and musty walls; they owe this grunge look to the humid, salty sea breeze of Kochi's backwaters.

You know you've entered Kerela, where the presence of communism in thoughts and actions can be felt. 
This was a little room in Fort Kochi, where locals would come and talk, read local newspapers or books about Che Guevara.
Art aside, every location of the biennale was rustic and imparted an old, used feeling. This was a door in the Dutch Warehouse that caught my attention.
An old wooden carved door, for sale at a wood carving shop and unit in Jew Town, Fort Kochi. 
An old warehouse, that is now used as a residence and office space. 
The city offers interesting views and glimpses of streets-within-streets and houses that are viewed through houses, due to the architecture. 
Another large, old beautiful door at Ginger House, that overlooks the backwaters and the ports of Kochi.
A window in Aspinwall House that is used as a part of a typographical installation, with a message.
A ceiling - created as an installation that is eco-friendly while reflecting our culture - is fashioned from different sari's that change colours, with projected lights. 
A wall - depicting the city, seaside, rocks, urban life and stray animals beautifully captured by a group of artists in the biennale. 
Nameless faces in clay. An art installation at the biennale, which reminds me of the wall in the room of the Many Faced God in Game of Thrones.
An old, rundown shop that is closed near Napier Street. 
A street in Fort Kochi. 
Dry fruits, sweets and spices, bottled up, in the local market. 
Local spices and dried seeds at the market in Kochi.
A beautiful sunset at a small private pier, overlooking the backwaters.