After so many cities of marble, dazzling white, here is one entirely pink — Jaipur. The eye, weary of excessive light reflected from white walls, rests on these palaces as on the softness of certain textiles faded by time. Our imagination finally finds the city of the legend that has inhabited our dreams since early childhood. . . . Everything is pink, with delicate floral patterns: houses, arches, domes, mosques’ minarets, pagodas’ spires — all pink.
—Guido Gozzano (1883—1916), Journey Toward the Cradle of Mankind, translated by David Marinelli, 1996.
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