Jaipur is named the city of pink.
I understood immediately - stepping off the plane into a sunrise outpouring in beautiful shades pinks and oranges. So much history propels this luscious color palette of terra cotta and pink. It’s a city code that if any paint goes on a facade, it must be pink. I loved that. The pink paint came about to reflect the pink tones of the luxurious materials the King would use, such as the sandstone that was luxurious and expensive for it’s time. The ornate details of the trim work were incredible compliments of the architecture in the city. There wasn’t anything plastic or new feeling to it. It all felt like it... belonged. Like it had been there for years, gathering not just dust but stories. Stories from city dwellers that became apart of the architecture themselves - to children playing in the streets, students on museum trips, lovers on dates.
Not only the architecture, but the color, told the story of the city.
The color palette that I saw throughout the trip
The deep rooted contrast of social classes I saw
The vibrancy of the culture