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My mind keeps telling me to be a modern-day explorer, to seek out new frontiers and exotic cuisines. But my heart? My heart just whispers one word, over and over: "Goa." It’s a conflict I’ve had for years—a dramatic, internal struggle between my wanderlust and my deep-seated love for comfort. This time, we settled on a truce: a new destination that promised the charm of old favorites. Our pick? Pondicherry (Puducherry), a place where the French legacy isn’t just a historical footnote—it’s a lifestyle, complete with mustard villas, bougainvillea, and the soul-soothing promise of a good croissant. I was ready to trade my beach shack for a boutique and my Kingfisher for a pain au chocolat.
