Here I am hanging on "hish" every word.
Jodhpur is the blue city.
In the lovely mausoleum, where the sun shines through marble almost a foot thick.
Women shopping in the bazaar. Ashish tells they go shopping together in a bunch like this one and visit the textile shops. The sellers unroll bolt after bolt of fabric, but the women are "just looking."
I swear all the older Indian men are good looking. On every corner, there's an Omar Sharif.
We hated to shay farewell to Ashish (sounds like, well...you know, without the first H), the besht guide we've had sho far.