Some of the older buildings... walking inside seems like walking into an old photograph. The heat, the damp, saps the colour here. Outside is where it shines bright. But I guess its fleeting. The sun fades it quickly. The colour is incredible,; the light is hazy though, lazy.
Two nights in one place for the first time since I slept on my friend's couch in St Andrews. It feels odd, but nice.
I just wish the beer in hotels wasn't so fucking expensive.
I just wish they had a bar in Gwalior.
Never have I seen so much marble.
Khajuraho's temples look as though they've erupted from the earth. There's something organic about them, though they're obviously man-made. It's some manner of architectural optical illusion. Apparently, when they were built, the 85 temples were set in 60-odd man-made lakes, and travel between them was by skiff. Seeing them I couldn't have imagined how they could be more striking.
Then, imagining them set on mirrored water, under a clear sky...