Strung along a promontory, the fort's massive walls are strengthened by round towers and bastions. Inside are the remains of palaces, barracks, and Hindu and Jain temples. Constantly overrun by invaders, the fort was at the peak of its glory in the 1280s, then ultimately sacked by Muslims in (maybe) the 1400s. This didn't end the waves of invaders who followed from fighting fiercely for its control.
Dave was barfing in the bushes from some bug in his guts as two temples in particular caught my attention. The first: a small temple to Shiva which a devotee pointed out to Scott and me as we walked by: tiny, tiny, dark inside, with milk and honey dripping over the traditional, marigold-strewn altar of a stone lingam ("Wand of Light," or penis) and vagina. The second temple: one of India's oldest temples to Lord Ganesh, the elephant-headed god who helps followers to overcome obstacles. I bought a garland of marigolds to present to Ganesh, only to have two determined black-faced monkeys and a large cow try to grab and eat them.