Threading flowers into garlands on the side of the road.
My husband saw me eyeing these large colourful embroidered umbrellas and said “too bad it would be impossible to bring one home”. I took it as a challenge and successfully got one home. Maybe even more than one.
The impressive Amer Fort in Jaipur. Once again my son made eye contact with a monkey who jumped on his back and started punching him. I spent two weeks screeching ” for the love of Lucy STOP making eye contact with the blasted monkeys!!”.
They’re everywhere. Luckily.
One of the most stylish hairdressers I’ve ever come across. I’d love a few of those chairs for my living-room.
One of the favourite past-times for kids in India is kite flying. From almost every rooftop you can see little children with with their arms stretched skywards and their colourful kites floating high above. My kids bought some kites made from chip bags for 5cents in a tiny town in the countryside and flew them off the roof-top of one of our hotels. A highlight of the trip for them and a reminder to me that sometimes it’s the simple things that bring so much pleasure.
Hawa Mahal in Jaipur. Looks peaceful in this photo but the traffic right in front of it is absolutely nuts. I almost died crossing the street to take this photo.More garland threading. Never gets old.
Boiling block printed fabrics in indigo pots.
Our car and driver for our trip to Bagru. This guy was the epitome of cool and classy. And that car was spotless and in mint condition. Until my kids spent the day in it.
One of my all time favourite things about India has to be the decorated trucks you see everywhere you go. The time and effort that the drivers put into embellishing their trucks with stickers, tassels, garlands and pompoms and hand-painting the bumpers is unbelievable. I asked one of our drivers to stop at a roadside “Truck Decoration” shops and I bought a suitcase full of all of the above. Judging from the owner’s reaction I’m pretty sure I was the first tall blond female customer to enter his shop. 
I almost can’t look at this photo because of the sadness of not being able to get a hot syrupy bowl of Gulab Jamun is too much to bear. There is nothing like it on earth.
I can’t even begin to count the amount of doors and entryways that I fell in love with during our time in India. Indians know how to combine colours like no other people on earth. The brighter the better. Words to live by in my books. (Ghanerao, India)
Jillian In Italy 
