Like much of the economy worldwide, tourism is suffering but there were always lots of families visiting historic sites.
In the fort at Bikaner there was a splendid deHavilland plane given to the Maharajah of Bikaner from a grateful British Empire in recognition of raising a regiment to fight in the First World War. The Maharajah was one of those who signed the Treaty of Versailles in 1919.
The plane soars for ever in a great hall.
In another building in Bikaner trophies hang on the wall.
There are lots of portraits too including this curious one.
I got the photos in the wrong order. Here the lovely warm sandstone of the courtyard of the fort with complicated stone carved window screens.
Elephant details abound.
A tranquil pool.
A bedroom fit for a princess with mirrored walls.
And a bedroom whose ceiling is decorated with clouds - balm in an almost desert climate. The mirror silvering lends a mysterious air.
That last photograph with the silvered mirror and the wallpaper behind it is incredible.
ReplyDeleteI love that sort of filigree decoration on buildings in India - your photograph of looking down into the courtyard shows it very well - sure it is not called filigree but don't know the correct term. Expect you will soon be back in the US now.
I see from our travel itinerary that we shall be staying in Midtown Manhattan - for two nights only, before going on to Washington.
Went through all your posts on India... you've captured the different colors of this country so brilliantly!
ReplyDeleteWould like to hear from you, in one of your forthcoming posts just your general impressions, on what you thought of the crowds, infrastructure and the convenience of getting around here.
Wow, they carved that stone amazingly, looked like wood from a distance! great pics.
ReplyDeleteoh as gorgeous and delicious as ever...more more MORE please!!!! XXX j
ReplyDeleteHi Elizabeth, please come over to my place, there's an award waiting for you!
ReplyDelete(If you time permits :))))
say
ReplyDeletebring me back one of those
tranquil pools,
why don't cha.
:-)
{{ i am trying ,trying, trying
HARD
not to be envious here,
elizabeth, i am.
thank goodness
you are sharing this
for vicarious pleasures }}
Thank you for all those beautiful photos on India. They remind me with nostalgia of the trip I did last winter. This country is a dream for a photographer and I want to return there. If you are interested (jakimages my blog is showing some of those photos).By the way your blog is on my list of favorites.
ReplyDeleteAll the best!
Your photos of India are amazing and a wonderful peek into another world from the one I live in.
ReplyDeleteI'd really love it if long flowing clothing in beautiful fabrics were the fashion here for women - sigh!
Oh my goodness! That place is on this earth? Such beauty- and the women all long and flowing in colour! Just gorgeous!Amazing photos, Dearest, I will be looking at these all week I am sure! Stay well!
ReplyDeleteWell I've certainly been missing out haven't I.
ReplyDeleteI just assumed you would not be posting while you were away.
WOW WOW WOW.......you are amazing Elizabeth. You must have us over for a slide show.....hint, hint :-)
We'll get Indian takeout.
xxoo Karen
Mysterious and beautiful air! Keep these wonderful photos coming, Elizabeth! wow!
ReplyDeleteThe look in the eye of the water buffalo and the the guy in the portrait is almost identical.......
ReplyDeleteWhen I look at the mirrors, I wonder at the stories they can tell of people who have stood before them!
ReplyDeleteLovely!
ReplyDeletePaz
Oh my gosh! Look at the detail in the wall carvings and that bedroom with the mirrors is gorgeous! You know, I think this was a setting in the dream-like film, The Fall.
ReplyDeleteElizabeth, all I can say is...
ReplyDeleteI'm so glad you own a camera!!!
Your photos capture much more than images. They have pulse. You can feel India breathe through them.
xox
Isabel
Our next safari. India. Definitely. I've shown these superb photographs of your journey to Guy and he is as entranced as I am.
ReplyDelete(I went to India as a toddler when my parents holidayed there with friends, but don't remember anything much - only the smell remains in my memory)