Mooched around town yesterday afternoon, visiting the market outside of the twon walls. Lots of brightly coloured turbans, saris, fruit and bowls. Not to mention the plastic tat that seems to characterise markets the world over. On the way back to the hote, spent some time sat at a rooftop cafe, the Taragarh in front of me, the tangled little pastel and biscuit hued streets below, punctuated every so often with a hanging basket of bright pink flowers. The town was starting to wind down for the day, and it was fab just sitting there, sipping my strawberry milkshake (which, I'm pretty sure, was a nesquik - I haven't had one of those since I was 3, but some things never leave you). this morning, I went to the Maharao Raja Bahadur Singh Museum, which seemed
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