Jaisalmer, a city of gold
At the end of the road: the golden city lost in the middle of the Thar Desert. Feeling World's End.
A night train brings us right in the Thar Desert in Jaisalmer. Along the rails, trucks of the Indian Army in single file remind us that the border with Pakistan is not so far. Just arrived, we are under the spell of this city of yellow sand fortress, which takes its name from "golden city". A joyful anarchy of rickshaws, buses, pedestrians, and ... sacred cows quickly immerse us in the atmosphere of another world. Hindu ceremony, the Holi (festival of colors) just ended. Celebrated throughout India for 2 days, it celebrates spring and fertility. The walls are covered with a beautiful array of bright colors. It's nice ! Helped photos and videos we can see, one can easily imagine the fervor in the streets of Jaisalmer, now very quiet. Stalls fabrics, jewelry vendors, momo sellers (ravioli of Tibetan origin) share the streets with phone vendors and travel agencies ..., reminding us that we are in the twenty-first century. The city was a golden age for city caravan step on the route between India, Persia, Arabia and the West. The beautiful houses of masters, the haveli, testify to the memory of a golden age. Despite the oppressive heat, life is quiet away from the fortress.