Jaipur

It was bound to happen eventually and Cath is laid low with the Delly Belly and I am just getting over it(touch wood). So we missed the delights of this chaotic and fascinating city. I'm sitting on the roof terrrace of the hotel watching and hearing the maddest firework extravaganza you are likely to witness as each area of the city tries to outdo each other with the loudest and brightest. We will probably come back to Jaipur at the end to see what the rest of the group was stunning if we can get it organised.
So I will shift back to Karauli, a town very few will have heard about.Talking about stepping back in time, the hotel was the old residence of the Marahajah and it was complete with a 1930s Buick, stuffed animals and amazing pictures and furniture of the age. He had to leave his palace in 1947 due to Government decree so he downsized to the building which is now the hotel, he has now downsized even further but don't worry he is still famously rich. The palace, which we visited in the afternoon' was just fabulous and hopefully the photos will do it justice when I download them