Wednesday, 4 April 2012

My Boulangerie.

Elephants and Maharajas are parading on the walls. A fine lake with a palace on its own island. Laid back cafes and endless veggie thalis. Narrow lanes going up and down and up again and scents to die for. A local juice stall, the Juice Baba, with killer pineapples. An endless veranda to lounge on and a garden with thick shadows inside a palace. Elephants blocking your way until you feed him something. A firm bed and of course your very own boulangerie. Why would one like Udaipur?