Devaraja market is a daily fixture in Mysore
. Its a real riot of colours and smells (most of them nice) with mountains of brilliantly coloured fruit and veg alongside precarious cones of incence and pigments. If eating out wasn't so cheap, and we had a kitchen, and some pans...
The other major draw for the city are the silk markets. Thousands of miles of luxury silk of every colour and texture imaginable were available quickly transfered from the shelves to Trotter's backpack. Better buy some cushions.
Tomorrow we ascend to another hill station, Ooty, for a few days of cool weather.
Caroline & Mark
Now there's a first, the overnight train to Mysore actually arrived early! Mind you, we could have done with an extra hours sleep and were slightly stranded at 6am as nowhere opens until at least 10. Mysore itself is a small city, and certainly one of the more pleasant ones we've visited. The simple addition of a few pavements and traffic lights make it a place you can walk in without risking your life. At its centre is a huge palace, relatively recently built in 1912 by an English architect Henry Irwin for the Maharaja of Mysore. The striking interior design has a decidedly sub-contintenal feel, with none of the English concerns with colour co-ordination or muted tones. We were lucky enough to be here on a Sunday night, when the exterior of the palace is lit with thousands of light bulbs to the accompianment of a military band - very pretty!