|The Groom's not-so-nervous-feet|
This 'Garden City' was facing its worst summer yet and boy was the mercury soaring. Glaring sun mixed with dust from construction sites mixed with pollution from the never-moving traffic made the most headache-inducing pot pourri. I still decided to brave the heat and venture out to make the most of my time. After a quick check on what Lonely Planet recommends to see, I grabbed a friend and headed out with a list of 4-5 places chalked out to visit.
|This walkway was rightly named 'Thandi Sadak'|
An hour and a half hence, the sun was at its glaring best, showing no mercy. Our next stop was the Tipu Sultan Summer Palace. Grand as the name sounds, it had anything but a grand entrance. That aside, once you make your way in, you are welcomed by a manicured garden leading up to the tall majestic structure. Built in the 16th century, the Palace is now a museum dedicated to showcase the life and times of Tipu Sultan. The structure was built entirely with teak wood, had magnificent design elements carved into its many, many pillars, and was overall well-preserved. Wooden stairs lead up to a higher level and a balcony from where Tipu Sultan used to conduct his meetings. We left with meandering thoughts of what the Palace would have looked like in all its glory five full centuries ago.
The Bangalore Palace. A palace which was still inhabited by the royal family of Mysore. I read somewhere that the design was inspired by England's famous Windsor Castle. Entwined leaves carpeted the walls of the Gothic-style palace and as you walk into the reception area, you see the royal family's two classy cars. One of them was a swanky red BMW with neon yellow-green seat upholstery (now you get why that's etched in my head). We went for an audio tour around the palace.
|The Spanish Courtyard|
Tired, famished and thirsty - that was our state after an entire afternoon of sightseeing. But there was one more place we wanted to visit - the National Gallery of Modern Art which was not too far away from the Palace. It felt like an oasis - the art gallery is housed in a 90 year old pristine white mansion, surrounded by a water body and lush gardens. We waltzed into room after room adorned with paintings and sculptures. My favourite part of the gallery was the wall dedicated to display the works of artist Amrita Sher-Gil, an Indian artist born in Europe who was consumed by the lure of returning to her roots in India.