Soul vacation
IMore than a hot party destination, Goa is brimming with rich experiences for the aesthete, says author Siddharth Dhanvant Shanghvi n Goa, culture means many things. light. But if neither sexual athletics nor suicide alone, to divide solitary hours. Something In July, a hiding storm unravels in stories are your scene, why don’t you swing about the devotional aspect of art, in this case arrows of rain and insolent green, by the Reis Magos Fort in Bardez at dusk? (I mournful crucifixes embellished in mothera theatre unto itself. It’s in the wouldn’t recommend smuggling champagne of-pearl and infant saviours in ivory, insists music, out in Morjim and Anjuna, to sip at sun fall but others might). It’s one on quietude; you’ll return amazed by what you spin on warm sand under the of this country’s most beautifully restored you see, and also returned to yourself. The starlight to acid-soaked EDM sets before heritage events—take a bow Lady Hamlyn Anjuna Market is famous for its fine food returning to cool, white rooms with virile and Gerson da Cunha—and I’m amazed and artisanal goods (yes, sometimes it looks strangers. And in my village of Moira, our more people haven’t fallen under its sealike a Cottage Industries clearance sale). But old ladies, in heartfelt, balcao detail, unravel splashed charm (steal a kiss on the bastion, Mapusa market—close to where I live—is our three suicides—one hanging, one you’ll remember it for life). In the Convent where locals are out haggling for flowers and drowning, one poisoning—and suddenly of Santa Monica in Old Goa is the Museum cool steel bhandi (the crowded shops look a the most ordinary street falls under ghost of Christian Art, the kind of place you go little like a Subodh Gupta installation). Friday,