Jaipur – The Pink City
After leaving Ranthambore, at some point while travelling the opposite way along the bumpy road I thought I had seen the back of two days previously, I had my first inkling of a feeling I will call: I-never-want-to-go-back-to-wherever-home-is-please-let-me-stay-in-India-and-find-myself-forever-and-ever. Arriving in Jaipur cemented my ~girl travels to India~ groove, I mean, it’s a pink city, what is not to like?
After an evening visiting a Hindu temple for the ceremony of light, we had one packed day in Jaipur, ending in a few more “Blue Riband” gins, possibly some slightly tipsy WhatsApp-ing of the above sentiments before a morning flight to Amritsar.
The Palace of the Winds is as Accidentally-Wes-Anderson as they come. It’s not an actual palace – it’s just a facade built so that society ladies could discreetly glimpse at the happenings on the street below without being spotted. Tourist accoutrements a-plenty in the shops opposite!
We also visited the observatory and learned out to tell the time using sundials and had lunch at the beautiful Samode Haveli, as well as perusing silks, gemstones and carpets, loaning out my father as a “carpet broker” in the process because Persians can spot the difference between 300 and 400 knots-per-inch at five metres (possibly).
We stayed at the Trident Jaipur which is opposite the Water Palace which reflects beautifully in the surrounding lake at night. We started our Jaipur day with an early morning yoga session with a “yoga guru” who later poured me a gin at the bar because #balance.
Well, that was a whirlwind Jaipur run-down. Final destination, Amritsar, coming very soon!
It looks so pretty, especially the palace of the winds. I really want to go to India soon.
It looks so pretty, especially the palace of the winds. I really want to go to India soon.