After moving from palace to palace, from Delhi to Jaipur to Udaipur, I appreciate getting off the beaten path and feeling the color and texture of India.
In the village of Shapura Bagh during last year’s program, we found a bustling, vibrant marketplace. A walk down the main drag presented a feast of sounds, color, texture… aromas drifted from pots of boiling sweet milk for pastries, curry lingered in the air and samosas were laid out, freshly fried. I passed a huge metal pan of thin, golden colored, just-made potato chips sprinkled with cayenne and I thought, this is my kind of place. Continue reading…