From the mustard fields of Rajasthan to the lit ghats of Varanasi at dawn, welcome to India.
A pair of dials, not a form. Tell us how the trip should feel and when you can leave. we'll edit the catalogue down.
Two threads by latitude. The Northern Plains and the Himalayan Crescent. Two by the way you travel. By heritage, and by the kind of day you'd like to be having.
Mehrangarh, Amber, Chittor. Sandstone the colour of evening.
The Taj at dawn; Humayun's garden at dusk.
Imambaras, kebabs, a vanishing courtliness.
Golconda's walls; biryani by candlelight.
Madurai, Tanjavur, Hampi. Granite and gopurams.
The page exists for these. multi-country journeys you can't find on any single country's shelf. Trains, drivers, slow border crossings.
A working list. palace, villa and modern grand-hotel. from the rooms our atelier keeps a key to.
A single page-spread for the year. Read across to find your month, down to find your kind of weather.
The route changes when the travellers do. Four lenses, two hand-picked tours under each.
The Golden Triangle, done with the buses behind you. Old Delhi by foot, a dawn Taj, a haveli in Jaipur with the staff who know your daughter's name by lunch.
Slow mornings on a lake; a candle dinner in a courtyard you'll never find again; a cooking lesson with a Marwari grandmother. Itineraries edited for two.
Two nights in a place, never one. Mid-morning starts, pools that look at forts, a bullock cart that goes home for tea. Family rhythm before family adventure.
April and May, when the forest has nothing to hide behind. Three parks, two safaris a day, the same guide for all of them. And a tent at the edge of a waterhole.
Three regions to wander into next. the same atelier, the same slow pace.