Leaving Rajasthan

The past week has been a whirlwind of meetings and recordings and a sad feeling hovering over days and dreams that the time to leave is here. There will be so much to miss. The people who have befriended me in the palace and the town. Th endless visual spectacle, surprising sounds and smells, and traffic chaos where nothing runs to a fixed plan. There are hold ups and near misses, and yet there's no road rage. Except, of course, mine. When the endless hooting pierces my aging ear drums, I have been known to curse.

But I also love this stage of the process. My work is done. The client is happy. My anxiety is over, and Paul's anxiety begins. We leave Udaipur with a signed-off , ready-to-be-recorded script and extraordinary music. We fly to Delhi in the late afternoon. And, with a bit of luck, we might turn into regular tourists and squeeze in some shopping!