Our visa is for 3 months. We are describing a loop instead of crossing the country. And our deadline for Myanmar is sufficiently far away that its having no real influence. Though it will keep us in the north of India.

So we are moving when we want to rather than when we have to. 

This is Gwalior Junction.

Past a rubbish strewn drain.

This is the Man Singh Palace straddling the entrance.

Built around 1508 by the Tamar King.

Two storeys are "underground".

Looks like carved marble to us.

Occupies about half of the citadel.

School for Indian nobility.

Closed to us.

Temple.

But that may be par of a veneer for tourists.

We watched this school group for a while. Fascinated by the relatively orderly behaviour.

Teachers well in control.

I managed to collide with a bit of barbed wire strung across a path. A bit of blood from the scalp.

And a bit of concern from passing Indians.

There's more to the country than pushy tuk-tuk drivers!

There was a wedding so we stayed at the Central Park Hotel (car park).

It was as if they hadn't had a motorhome in their car park previously.

Which meant they didn't ask us for money.

We celebrated our wedding anniversary in their restaurant. 

Indian food from the buffet, without any allowance for our untrained palates.