According to Hindu legend, long ago Brahma dropped a lotus flower and when the petals hit the earth the holy lake of Pushkar rose to the surface. Devout Hindus constructed a series of ghats backed with beautiful white-washed architecture including several temples, one of which was dedicated to Brahma (very unusual as there are few temples dedicated to Brahma). The area is so sacred that Ghandi’s ashes were sprinkled here after his death.
Years later, travelers discovered the city and the streets magically filled with chocolate bars, banana pancakes, and hundreds of souvenir shops. Ah, great mysteries of the universe.
Actually, we both quite like Pushkar. The town is laid back, and we are staying in a great little hotel with a huge walled garden fronted by the the family’s palacial house with a sizable temple right next door. Mostly, we spend our time just sitting out the heat of the day sipping drinks – life can be such a bitch.