On site in Udaipur
We were on the terrace of the dining room at our hotel in Udaipur, finishing the last dregs of our morning coffee, when Suzanne suggested visiting Bagore-Ki-Haveli. We had wi-fi, which is nice on vacation, vowing not to check email which kind of gets you out of vacation, and peered at the screen of our little computer. “Here’s the web sight, oh wait, it’s in German,” I said. We had heard about the restored palace from a Puerto Rican couple we met the day before at a market. We exchanged ‘traveling through, what’s good to see kind’ of notes, and they recommended the Palace while we suggested they stop at a particular road side stall that had really channa dahl and mango pickle. Alas, we parted in minutes, like two auto rickshaws passing in the night so to speak, never to see our island friends again. “I still can’t find the English site, but I think the German one says it was built in the eighteenth century, for a chief minister of the court at that time. Hey, I’d like to be chief minister sometime, that sounds like a good gig.” Suzanne rolled her eyes. “Chief ministers don’t sing Springsteen in the shower or wear flip flops while walking the dogs. You know, I bet the dogs think you are the chief minister.” “I’ll bet they do!” I said, “Chief minister in charge of walks and doggy clean up.” We were keen to visit the museum because it was said to contain some really cool stuff, sprinklers for rose water, hookahs, intricate boxes for jewelry, interesting things we might be able to sell reproductions of on our web site. We got our cameras ready and headed out the door.
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