Jaipur, the fourth day,

the first train trip between Delhi and Jaipur is quite satisfactory. Despite the second class it is very quiet and civilized. Well, all compartments are not like mine! Is it luck?! The trip is not very monotonous, small regular stops are all excuses for a little food, drinking a "cay" or to buy newspapers. I was afraid to sleep, and that during my sleep, some would come grab my bags, but despite little sleep last night, no doze for! The travel guides look a bit alarmist about the stealing but better being warned for nothing than the opposite! The observation of the landscape is undoubtedly one reason for my awakening. There are so many things to see, the Western concept of slums and shantytowns here seems an allusion to a few palaces for the rich, compared to normal houses that can be seen; In addition, a stench emerges that it is difficult to ignore.
The early morning seems apparently restricted to defecate.

For more than a half hour, the view was limited to spectacle of the Indian posteriors waiting for intestinal delivery.
The sight of this man sitting cross-legged with his arms crossed dangling at the wrist just above the upper leg: very graphic!
Finally, a little nap came; the need for relaxation was certainly too large.
The address I had selected is simply a paradise. I exchanged my views on the noisy heart of Delhi for a huge garden where the horns are almost not to be heard. I chose the little room cheaper than the others. I hope that in his sixty square meters I will not be too cramped, at least it will be less than in the one of yesterday with its six square meters!
The day started so well that I decided to go by myself as far as possible toward the center. The old Jaipur is an endless succession of "bazaars" where the fabrics are all more interesting each one than the others. The solicitors were still so many but nuanced by little intellectual touch. And why this and why that? "Because travel is sometimes like being at the cinema, one enjoys being a spectator! But there was this young Indian - is this then, the famous pride found in Rajasthan - who did not hear it in this way and that was constantly insulting me and treat me of imperialist. The escape, while difficult, was the only way out; and we never change, to one of the largest palaces Maharajah of India.

The Rambagh Palace provides at least the quiet of the prosperity. It is strange to see so many tourists here having so little contact with reality. The musicians of the garden would surely be beaten if they had the impudence to demand the smallest rupee, even if the guests have besieged them by pictures. And these elegant Indian girls, with such a western hairstyle, are they educated in an English College? What is that look somewhat condescending towards American tourists feeling so easily superiors to the turbaned clowns?