Perched on a hilltop above Udaipur, a magical palace towers over fields, grassland and Lake Pichola in the distance. The soft, white curtains of the outdoor daybed are dancing in the wind. It is early morning and the crimson sun has just risen above the Aravalli hills. The mist still lingers over the fields and the first rays of sunlight are streaming through. All is perfect, all is just as it should be.