Sixth chapter: Jaipur, the pink city
We finally left Delhi, leaving a big and bustling city, to go to one that evoked more history and architecture.
To do this, we had to start at the train station, even more crowded, people everywhere, movement, and also some people on the roofs of the trains, as many of us had imagined.
And from my train I took fast a shot, a bad one... and every time I see it I feel again as if I was living in another time.
But inside everything was comfortable, friendly staff, I think we had breakfast three times. And we entered Rajasthan. We arrived in Jaipur, the pink city. It's true, it's pink.
And why is it salmon pink? Because the facades were painted in this welcome sign color for the visit of Prince Charles in 1876, although it was already the favorite color of one of the favorite wives of one of the Maharajas. Thus, all the buildings in the historic center are of this color.
So the trip changed, and I began to see everything in pink, like life. How I like it. Because I like that color too.
Without wasting time we entered the Jaipur Palace or the City Palace. First door and a large patio where we first see a group of children on a school trip, united in a chain, when we can go through later we find a guard with his turban stationed at the door, and inside this legendary building we also find of more and more decorations, also its treasures.
Architecture, arches, flags, coffered facades and decorated with filigree, symbols and flourishes.
But there is more, an extremely curious and different place, Jantar Mantar. An observatory that is actually an architectural complex that functions as an observatory, like huge measuring artifacts made into sculptures for measuring time and astronomical observation. An old open-air science museum.
And we continue touring the city to one of its most emblematic buildings, the Palace of the Winds or Hawal Mahal, here we continue to see pink, a lot of pink and a lot of architecture that blends harmoniously with the chaos of the street.
In this chaos we find the area of the Bazaars, with its homogeneous inscriptions in an environment that once again fits in with its surroundings. As the day goes by, the rhythm of traffic fluctuates, it changes and we can move forward and perceive more of everything, so many stimuli in each place we see.
But everything is coming to an end, the frenetic pace of the day gives way to greater tranquility in the afternoon, we relax, we already think about the next day, about everything there is to do and see, to other places to which there are to go and all that remains to be discovered.
We think and meditate in front of another facade, that of another museum that also looks like an imperial palace from another time of yore with a modern name that could be from any other city, the Albert Hall Museum. There the birds take flight, others rest after the day, in the natural movement we regain calm, assimilate everything seen, experienced and give thanks.
And here in Jaipur I forget one thing, an impressive one... I haven't forgotten it, I'll leave it for the next post of this incredible trip.
Thanks so much for reading. Soon the last amazing visit in Jaipur... Have an incredible day!
The text is mine and the photos are mine too ©Duvinca