In the afternoon we visited the acclaimed vintage car collection - wasn't a good sign that the guide was more excited by the free mango juice. Rightly so - there were some sweet cars, but they simply made us homesick. Jokes aside, there was a worrying amount of rust in their description of "vintage".
Afterwards, we visited the Bagore-ki-haveli, a truly bizarre museum set in a restored "haveli": we entered puppet land, featuring a puppet version of the royal court and a boy who evidently rarely spoke to real humans (although he was ace, and let Lissy Jiggle His Puppets); we admired the largest turban on earth, and I finally acknowledged I'd look a goon if I pursued my dream of wearing a turban; finally, there was a collection of world monuments (Big Ben, Eiffel Tower, Taj Mahal) made of polystyrene. Just baffling.
Lissy got a nose piercing, and I a place at Edinburgh uni - I considered a celebratory nipple piercing, but settled for a milkshake instead.
In the evening we ate at the Jagat Niwas hotel, an awesome restored haveli; unfortunately we had the fortune of being sat in the sought-after window seat, necessitating crossed legs - having the gangliness of a baby giraffe, this proved phenomenally awkward for me. Mum stayed here on her travels when she was my age - no more chat to be had about budgeting.
With love
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