Yep, that's really what it was called. Just south of Pondicherry (not exactly a beach along the promenade, with those giant rocks) in Chunnambar, we took a boat ride ($3 total) out to a private resort beach (complete with flag boundaries and two policeman swinging bamboo sticks and blowing their whistles if you tried to do any actual swimming).
Here we are in the Bay of Bengal!
Dalton LOVED the beach. He giggled like crazy every time a wave went out. The tide was strong (thus No Swimming).
Building sand castles. Maggie and I also collected a big piles of shells.
I guess women swimming in saris is no stranger than men jumping in fully dressed. And a sari will dry faster than jeans.
Bungalows for rent.
Under the palm trees on Paradise Beach.