Moved into the Bharatpur Palace, a room and shared balcony above the lake, the place I've been dreaming of since my first trip here but always with the caveat that it's a fantasy, that even if such a place existed it would be out of my budget. But it does and it isn't. 
The day itself dissolves upon the balcony, the sounds of faith, the sun drifting shadows across the faithful gathered around the shoreline, sitting watching an extravagant Aarti and then meandering foodwards before an early night, the strains and stresses of the last couple of days consumed by sleep.