Everything has been written about this place, the love story, the queen not surviving giving birth for the fourteenth time, the grieving husband…. and all the possible photos have been taken, I’m sure….
I don’t remember seeing this angle much….
…and I also liked looking from the side, through the arches of a red sandstone building….
… and I liked red and white together, on the floor, the mosque, or the patterns of the gate, an imposing structure in itself as well….
…it is indeed as beautiful as it is said to be. There are grander structures around the world, more intricate work in marble, larger arches, steeper steps, more dramatic sunlight, more heart-breaking stories, yes, but here somehow everything just adds up perfectly.
No photos are allowed inside the mausoleum, but I managed these two quick snaps just outside.
Thankfully, the morning was relatively cool (read: not scorching hot), with a nice breeze making shawls and saris fly in some of the photos 🙂
But of course, it’s Persian architecture, and a Muslim place of worship.
There seems to be a general consensus that Agra itself is quite dis-agra-able, which had made me really worried. Maybe it’s the low season, or my facial features are severe, or theatrically covering my ears the moment a tout starts talking to me really works, I don’t know, but for me it was one of the most hassle-free famous places I’ve visited. Sigh of relief there. I’m not scared of India anymore.
Taj Ganj, the neighbourhood around the garden