The Pink City
Jaipur is a bazaar for the senses: a cacophony of horns, the bleat of goats, and the singing of the muezzin from the minaret of a nearby mosque; bright saris … Continue Reading →
My first trip to India
Jaipur is a bazaar for the senses: a cacophony of horns, the bleat of goats, and the singing of the muezzin from the minaret of a nearby mosque; bright saris … Continue Reading →
Delhi has proven fascinating and not as overwhelming as I’d expected. I hired a taxi through the hotel on Monday and went to see the Purana Qila (Old Fort), the … Continue Reading →
Today I’d planned to visit the Purana Quila and its archaeology museum in Delhi, as well as the national Craft Museum. But after unexpected fog delayed our arrival in Dubai … Continue Reading →
I’ve dreamed of going to India many times, but soft-edged fantasies are about to give way to sharp, chaotic reality. As much as I’m trying to prepare myself for that … Continue Reading →