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The next morning, we were back on the road for a journey to Udaipur, the Lake City, located in the southern extreme of Rajasthan.
|In one part of the fort, we listened to this man play some spiritual, meditational music on his santoor, a percussive string instrument originating in Persia and Kashmir.|
|Some more beautiful views.|
|From the fort we walked down to Jaswant Thada, a white marble cenotaph with great views of the nearby fort and the surrounding desert.|
|It was only a small place, but it provided such a peaceful relief from the rest of the city.|
|From Jaswant Thada we headed down to the north side of town, known as Brahmpuri for the many Brahmins who live there. This is the best place to see Jodhpur's famous blue buildings.|
|Then we took a tuk-tuk back to our end of town, passing by some sandy outcrops.|
|We did some more exploring of our area, navigating its narrow, winding alleys. I actually liked our neighbourhood more than Brahmpuri, even if it didn't have as many blue buildings. It seemed to have more of a chilled out, local flavour.|
|At a busy local market. Unlike Sadar Market, this place was devoid of touts, catering much more for local Jodhpuris than for tourists.|
|I bought a pagari (Rajasthani turban) from a friendly shopkeeper.|
|Me, trying to fit in with the Rajasthani men. Got lots of bemused looks as I walked down the street in this, as well as some laughs, and some praise. And lots of photo-taking. One man declared, "you look like maharaja!"|
|I think those people on the left were laughing at me. Whatever, it was nice to get some attention from Indian people that didn't involve them trying to get my money.|
|Exploring the markets more.|
|This guy was fishing for treasure in a rank, fetid gutter.|
|That night, we ate dinner beneath the glow of Mehrangahr.|