Detail of roof in Taj Mahal
My darling friend Georgina, graceful as ever as we raced around Jaipur in the autorickshaw. We only had one (very) full day here - despite all the sites seen and the plethora of photos taken, the ultimate choice had to be made between sharing a photo of Georgina or a monkey - I'm sure, given my obsession with furry friends, Georgina is feeling pretty damn special to have made the cut.
Festival time in Bundi. I went down to the street to watch the festival as it passed by the guesthouse and to photograph an amazing procession in the street, camels in full dress misbehaving, brightly colored floats adorned in flowers being pulled along by old diesel tractors, the streets aglow with lanterns and previously unseen fairy lights - but instead I was dragged into the frey. "No photos! Photos later! Now is time for dancing! Dance, dance!" Drums pounding and brass horns blasting. Ushered along, Indian women fighting over who would get the next dance, hands clutching my arms, waist, shoulders, whilst being showered with rose petals from the balconies above. Ridiculous fun. Finished with the blurriest set of photos in history and a huge swell in my heart for the people of Bundi.