Friday, 30 March 2012

The Pink City.

The Pink City is Jaipur. Supremely famous and one of the most popular destinations this side of the Indus river, it has the looks, it has the past, it has the bling. What's missing?
I haven't figured it out yet, but something is. Could it be the overtly staring eyes on the streets? The aggressive indifference of the market, or just simply the stupefying heat? I'll have to think harder.

The walk to the temple with the elderly painter and dancer, the short exposure to another expression of the local metaphysical religiosity and the little stone elephant looking after us during the siesta were memorable. And the chicoo milkshake of course. Both of them!