The third and final city we visited in India was Jaipur. I hadn't, initially, been sure why Jaipur would be the third point of the Golden Triangle (the most popular route for tourists, particularly ones, like us, who are only in India for a week). Delhi, sure -- it's the capital. Agra, obviously -- it's got the Taj Mahal. What was Jaipur's claim to fame?
A beautiful pink-walled old city; a good dozen markets full of endearingly pushy salesmen hawking everything from saris to home repair supplies to milk; a cotton candy-puff of a movie theater called Raj Mandir where we watched Atithi Tum Kab Jaoge? and I sat in fascination at the way English gets mixed into the Hindi (and decided that I need to visit Mumbai); and, on the edge of the city, the Amber Fort, which was such an experience that it merits its own post.
Also, Jaipur was the home of one of the more wonderful hotels I've ever stayed in: the Hotel Sunder Palace. "You know it's gonna be palatial if it's got 'palace' in the name," we joked. But you know what? Hotel Sunder Palace pretty much was.
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