They say opposites attract— the most beautiful building I
have ever seen happens to also be in the worst city I have ever seen. I’ll
spare you the details of mom, Paulette and I walking through the wet, dirty and
miserable streets, mom almost punching a few men (that’s not an exaggeration)
and me losing it at two different rickshaw drivers. Let’s just say that I was
annoyed enough that when we were given a complementary governmental tour guide
for the Taj, I told the man, “Please let us just have an hour where an Indian
man doesn’t follow us.”
The Taj Mahal is all it’s said to be. It’s astoundingly beautiful, and even though it was a gloomy day in a horrid city, it made Agra almost worth it. Seeing it was only topped by seeing mom see it.
