Jaipur’s Amber Palace

Amber Palace was eleven kilometres from the pink city. We decided to forgo the fifty rupees for an elephant ride up the hill to the thousand-year-old palace. Instead, we walked. While we had a stroller for my youngest daughter, my poor three-year-old had to plod along unaided. She trudged up the hill until eventually I carried her the final distance.

The pink city

After Gujarat, we headed to Jaipur—the pink city. Pink was my least favourite colour, but after the long clanking train journey, I forgave the city for being pink.

Aloo matar

No matter how long it’s been since my third visit to India, every time I prepare aloo matar, I remember the waiter who served us in a restaurant somewhere in Rajasthan.