— — a city the sea writes to in monsoon ink.
“The old Madras, set along thirteen kilometres of pale Coromandel sand. Marina Beach runs the length of the city's eastern edge; behind it the gopurams of Mylapore rise in their painted tiers. The northeast monsoon arrives in October and the air softens for two months. In December the streets fill with kutcheri audiences and the music does not stop until dawn.
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Chennai is the capital of Tamil Nadu, on the Coromandel Coast of southeast India, where the flat plain of the Bay of Bengal meets the city's long line of beach. About seven million people live inside the city and eleven million across the metro. The settlement grew around Fort St. George, founded by the English East India Company in 1644 on the fishing village of Madraspatnam, and was known officially as Madras until the name was restored to Chennai in 1996.
Marina Beach runs roughly thirteen kilometres along the city's eastern edge, one of the longest urban beaches in the world. The Bay of Bengal here is shallow and warm; the sand slopes gently and the surf is too strong for swimming, so the beach is for walking, kite-flying, and the early-evening sundal vendors. Two rivers, the Cooum and the Adyar, cross the city to meet the sea, and the northeast monsoon brings most of the year's rain between October and December.
Each December the city turns over to music. The Madras Music Season, held during the Tamil month of Margazhi, gathers more than a thousand Carnatic concerts, dance recitals, and lecture-demonstrations across some twenty sabhas, the largest classical-arts festival in the world. It began in 1927 with the founding of the Madras Music Academy. The mornings are kutcheri, the afternoons are dance, the canteens serve filter coffee and rava idli, and the streets of Mylapore stay alive past midnight.