After breakfast our destination was the City Palace. We made our way through the narrow, ancient streets where we stumbled upon yet another Hindu temple. We climbed the many stairs and asked permission to enter. There was some sort of prayer going on with chanting and bell ringing which included people waving brooms in the air who were clearing away bad spirits. We met an artist at the temple who told us he was about to leave for New Zealand to exhibit his artwork. He took us around the temple, showing us the carvings and explaining some of the rituals and traditions of Hinduism. After our tour we accepted his request to go to his studio to see his artwork. He insisted that he wasn't trying to sell anything. We were sceptical! We left his art studio with empty hands but had enjoyed a complimentary tea on the way. On the way to the city palace we were stopped by a few more artists who wanted us to see their work - and try and sell it! It was very evident by now that this was a city of art. After a purchase of some colourful hanging elephants, we made our way into the palace. It took us a while to work out how to get in but eventually we were exploring the pathways and elaborate rooms of the ancient place. The architecture was impressive and the views through the small windows of the city were amazing. Eventually, we made it back out onto the Main Street. As we exited we were accosted by the ever ready tuktuk drivers offering us city tours. We negotiated with one to take us around the sites for 100 rupee. We also agreed that he could take us to a few shops along the way where we knew the drivers were all given. 50 rupee or fuel vouchers each time they got a tourist through the door. We saw the adjacent lake, the main trading centre, an art studio and serval more of the ancient cities sites. As ever we stopped off in a few overpriced jewellery, fabric, leather and souvenir shops - one of which we actually made a purchase of some pillow cases. We were hot and tried by to end so we asked him to take us back to the hotel. We got out just before the footbridge and were demanded to pay a higher price. We politely declined and set off back towards the hotel. That evening we made our way to the cities museum to watch a traditional Rajasthan music and dance show. The show was impressive and as always, full of colour and music. The finale to the show was an older lady who danced with around 8 large pots piled high on her head. We then headed to a close by restaurant where Helen enjoyed the world's smallest salad! Back to the hotel for a much needed rest.