Jain temple

More alleys, minotaurs disguised as cows lurking beneath architectural facades which challenge you to pass without gawping at the details. All as I sought out a specific temple. 
And not quite lost two teens on a scooter stop for a chat, ask if I like onion kitchori and, when I say yes, point me to a shop a hundred metres down the road. 
Good choice, two pieces and a sweet, a photograph and a saved to map, a place to return to. 
Back in the guest house a glimpsed resident is leaving, a brief chat. " I haven't been to Jaiselmer in ages, seems stupid not to go now I'm so close."
He told me about a place he'd heard of and then was gone, taking the bus out. 
And the night spent wandering streets and alleys, finding an amazing sweet shop and thinking that Prateek was right, you have to eat in this place. It's cheap and the standard seems to be set ridiculously high. And look up. Often. You'll find turrets and ledges, art carved in stone from a time when practicality and aesthetics were not mutually exclusive. 
And then a parade, a different part of town, dragged along by the enthusiasm until dark and waylaid it was time to head back.