Our Dhoby, Madras
The dhobi was a favorite postcard subject, with the colors on this postcard - note the brilliant white - likely stenciled in by the publisher in India.
The dhobi was a favorite postcard subject, with the colors on this postcard - note the brilliant white - likely stenciled in by the publisher in India.
The Kolam tradition of creating complex geometric patterns, often passed down from mother to daughter, out of rice flour or chalk in front of the home is an ancient tradition in South India and elsewhere.
The 6.0 km long stretch is the second largest urban beach in the world (after Cox's Bazaar in Bangladesh), shown here with part of the Senate House, the administrative heart of the University of Madras, built in the late 1870s.
Kolams or muggulu are thought to bring prosperity to homes. These intricate rice flour decorations are made by women in front of doorsteps primarily in Tamil Nadu, Telangana and Andhra Pradesh. Feeding a Thousand Souls Women, Ritual, and Ecology in
The most important road in Chennai, now known as Anna Salai, and originally known St. Thomas Mount Road. It ran from the European settlement at Fort St. George to St. Thomas Mount where the Apostle St. Thomas ("Doubting Thomas") was killed in 72 CE.
The grand old building of the Madras Club, with the banqueting hall in the center. Founded in 1832, the "Ace of Club" as it was known was the second oldest in India after the Bengal Club.
The Kapaleeshwarar Temple outside Chennai dedicated to lord Shiva is about 1,400 years old and this view is very similar today. Note the people in the foreground.
A very simply but effectively hand-tinted card: blue, yellow and a pink hue that connects the babies anklet and mother's right earrings.
"The High Court's imposing, labyrinthine Indo-Sarcenic buildings, with long corridors, high ceilings, much ornamental tiling, carving and iron-work, beautiful stained glass arches and portrait gallery, is one of the City's landmarks," wrote the late
On the back [verso] of this card is written: "The building in the centre is the last one of which my father was the architect. C.J.V.