Down the rabbit hole

We shall run across fields barefoot & bare-legged.
We shall sneak & peak through the quiet streets of old, old towns.
We shall breathe in the dust & stories & memories
of thoughts & lives & people long gone.
Take me and we shall, together, get lost.

Here we are together in a city full with infinite secrets, of endless possibilities of discovery. To enter into Jaipur’s Pink City is to step back in time, to actually feel the texture of the past. Under the din of motorbikes and garish hoardings, it exists and through the simple act of looking and listening hidden worlds are discovered behind painted doorways and darkened staircases.

Jaipur was born from a dream, the crazy dream of a king to build a city unlike any in existence: one of fabulous palaces and temples, of teeming ateliers, of exuberant luxury. From across the globe artisans and architects, painters and princes, dreamers and star-gazers arrived to create a new life, and together shape the destiny of this newly conceived world.

We arrived much in the same way.

One need only step into the lanes of the Pink City to understand the centuries old appeal of JAIPUR. The city, teeming and chaotic, offers the most incredible vistas into history and the intimate lives of its denizens. It is in these quiet moments, sipping chai under the branches of a massive banyan, listening to music late into the night at a roadside shrine, or standing, dazzled, in the courtyard of a forgotten palace you realize how truly blessed you are, how incredible are your surroundings here alone with the quiet tattoo of your beating heart.