Firstly, this has again to do with unmatched expectations.
OK. Look. The Hawa Mahal is ONLY 5 storey high and stretches less than 50 paces across. Viewing this unusual structure from the side, it becomes evident that it has no residential purpose reinforcing the feeling that it’s merely a very hole-ly wall (or screen) rather than a palace. Add in the apparent lack of ornamentation on its inner face coupled by huge characterless masses of pillars leading to the 5th floor of this ‘wall’, the overall experience for me was … well, bizarre and plain ugly. Hence, DISAPPOINTING!
In reality, to do justice to any attempt to take a picture of the ‘wall’ one has to angle the camera – since the wall was built following the elevation of the ascending hill, stand across the street and painfully crop off all the homeless ladies and toddles begging at the bottom of the wall. If you had imagined it to be a haveli … well, it’s just a wall. Or a screen really to allow the ladies in the harem to watch the outside world go by while protecting them from being seen by the outside world.
As if the ‘wall’ wasn’t bad enough, the pink-obsession of the city is really a turn-off unless you are into Barbie Dolls. Oh well, I had 6 Barbies growing up and a huge Barbie house complete with appliances etc… but this is really stretching the pink-obsession, even for a Barbie doll person like me.
Sure… it’s called the Pink City but … listen, it’s not the ‘pink’ sandstone colour of the Hawa Mahal that surrounds you, but the ‘Pink Panther’ pink Dulux emulsion paint pink type of pink, which one can only muster a guess was the Prince of Wales’ favourite colour!