Kanyakumari reminded me of Brighton or Weymouth or one of the many pretty UK towns on the coast. But a souped up Indian version. The brightly coloured, individually designed, fishing boats are an eclectic statement against the brilliant blue sky and sea. The pretty fisherman’s cottages along the sea front are just a taster of what is hidden behind. Impossibly intense colours are enhanced by the sun’s glare and offset by the crisp white church that nestles in amongst them.
Somehow in India, clashing colour combinations, that work beautifully in isolation and would ordinarily only be seen that way, magically compliment the next conflicting concoction. I have no idea how it works; I don’t think that anyone plans it, it just happens organically.
Also, ridiculously, it is not unusual to see someone wearing clothes that miraculously match an element in their surroundings. Maybe we’re the only ones who notice, but it makes me happy anyway! It’s actually very rare to see someone wearing black or grey. Or beige. I’m not sure they’ve ever heard of beige. Here it would be a champagne gold complimented with turquoise.
P.S. They do know how to do monotone in some appropriate places. These were the beautiful hand painted tiles inside the giant white church on the seafront.