The courtyard outside our door. (Note the sandstone here is golden.)

Down stairs. Every hotel should have a swimming pool.

A tourist with some locals.

another local.

One section of the fort from the town. About a third of the population lived within the fort.

Another view of the fort from the town.

Jaiselmer from the fort. Actually this town is much nicer then this snap shows.

A Jain temple. This is their eighth guru.

The ceiling – a single piece of stone. The whole temple was intricately carved.

Another statue on the second level. There were 6666 statutes in the temple but not like these.

they’re everywhere!

This was the Prime Minister’s house when the silk camel trade passed through here.

The head financier’s house (from the camel trade era).

Down the street.

Looking back the other way

Bara Bagh centopaths where the ashes of the wealthy were placed.

Another view. Note the wind farm. This was huge and apparently Australian.

One more pickie.

Another Jain temple, in the deserted city of Lodhruva. This is the twenty-third guru.

Same intricate carved walls and ceiling.

View of the side walls from inside the walled enclosure.

Alright we shouldn’t exploit animals.

The young kid chatted away except when I asked him about school.

I’m off.

Another tree.

Some more clichés.

and another. Riding a camel is much easier than a horse.

Dinner in the desert,

with entertainment

and you said I couldn’t do more clichés.

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last I promise.

trust me.