Jodhpur is a rose-colored and periwinkle blue dream. The houses, the fort, the Maharajah's Palace... very beautiful and when seen from the great height of the hill, peaceful and majestic. Of course in the bowels of the market is another story, and it reminds me a lot of the market in Jerusalem, particularly in the smells of spices and other stuff. Like for example the copious amount of manure that animals, and here over all the cows, leave on the streets. It was quite hilarious seeing a man really "step in it" because he was pushing a cart and could not see the poop and wanting to let out a colorful Hindi curse, but restrain himself from doing it because, after all, it was holy cow poop!
In the heart of the market there is a shop that looks very nondescript from the street but inside it's six floors of textile paradise. The most amazing fabrics are here on sale at a fraction of what one would find in Europe or the States. Cashmere throws, silk bedspreads, fabrics in all kind of jewel colors...amazing! After what seemed no time Peaches and I looked at our watches and we had spent two hours in the shop aided by a great owner who even spoke some Italian because he does business with all the biggest designers and his trusty assistant, a good looking young guy who seemed to derive great pleasure in draping himself in fabrics and scarves to show them to us. He actually showed us a great new way ro tie our cashmere scarf to our necks.
We left slightly shellshocked and dazzled after having singlehandedly revived Jodhpur's economy for the next quarter!
Now when we get back to NYC and our package arrives we will really celebrate Christmas!
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