Many little girls fantasize about a completely pink bedroom, a closet full of rose colored dresses, and an endless supply of bows in a rainbow of fuchsia and pale raspberry. So you can imagine my excitement at the prospect of seeing the famed pink city of Jaipur. While the color may be closer to terra cotta, (legend has it the city got its name from a certain British monarch who clearly didn’t have an eye for color) I was happy enough strolling down the sandy colored streets and enjoying the monochromatic buildings. My first stop was Hava Mehel or the Wind Palace, a giant, one-walled palace that served as a façade for the royal women. They were forbidden to show their faces in public, so this giant wall, almost completely covered in windows (165 to be precise), provided the perfect viewing balconies for ceremonies and parades.
After leaving the bustle of New Delhi’s city life behind, I was ready to experience the India I had always imagined. Bright, colorful fabrics, cows roaming the streets, and domed palaces dominated these visions. I took a commuter flight from New Delhi to Udaipur, the land of the lakes in the state of Rajasthan. Known for being the most colorful state in all of India, I peered out my plane window, eagerly looking for my first sight.
The drive from the airport to my hotel proved rewarding in itself with mountain views and bright bursts of color from the local women’s embroidered saris. Much smaller than Delhi, the city of Udaipur is perfect for wandering through the small, winding streets while making your way towards the royal City Palace.