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Dear Reader,

This story came Into my mind during one of the happiest journeys in a lifetime of wonderful travels.

Several of my forbearers lived in India during the British Raj. As a child I listened to their reminiscences of a land that sounded far more colourful and exciting than England—where I grew up. Unwittingly, my great-uncles and great-aunts, who had gone abroad out of duty rather than inclination, sowed the seeds of my wanderlust

I’ve been traveling the world since I was twenty-one. But somehow my destinations never included India. My son made that dream come true. Having arranged to canoe down India’s most sacred river, the Ganges, he suggested that, afterward, his father and I should meet him in Delhi and he would take us to some of his favorite parts of the Country.

The region I found most romantic was in the far northwest...the remote walled cities of Rajasthan. I hope this story will bring you some of the magic of Rajasthan.

Anne Weale