Taj Mahal

Howard and Nora met us in Delhi. Since India only gives you a short diahrrea free window, we went straight to the Taj Mahal.

Princess Diana took a famous portrait on this bench. We're almost that famous ourselves by now.

It's a tough job, but someone's gotta keep the Taj's nipple twisted.

Cute protective booties.

We spent a lot of the day at the Taj Mahal. We got quite a lot of delightful chillin' in.

2 of many for whom the thrill of seeing a white person had not yet worn off. They liked to take pictures with Sarah and Nora, so I took pictures of them to be "meta". Well, at least it was amusing to me.

Sarah and Nora feature in a family portrait.

Say "paneer," again, Sarah.

Sometimes, they would pose for a picture near Nora, just to have her in the background. Notice the Taj Mahal is behind them, but Nora happens to be in frame.

Another luxurious setting for hours of chillin'. The grounds around the Taj are generous.

Nora and the Taj.

Sarah and the Taj and another family.

They say it changes color throughout the day. We stayed for the greater part of it to be sure.

Dusk

The Red Fort, Agra's other architectural wonder, is just on the other side of the river. This is the view of it from the Taj. The guy who built the Taj was imprisoned there for the last few years of his life by his sons. Poor baby!

We visited the Red Fort the next day.

The Taj from the Red Fort.

New Delhi

"Proplled By Clean Fu." The spirit and letter of efficiency.

I love this picture.

These are bona fide Himalayas, though small. It was the closest we could get Howard and Nora considering how terrible we felt after Chandigarh (a Le Corbusier planned city with many lovely places to sit on the toilet). It's no Manali, but these cable cars did take us to a fun lookout with badminton and beverages.

Back in Delhi, severely intestinely distressed, Howard splurged on a night at the Imperial. Nehru, Gandhi, and Lord Mountbatten hashed out the India's Partition in the sunny room at the end of this hall, or maybe it was at the bar.

Howard and Nora left us in Delhi so we dropped by the Baha'i temple. These pools work like big air conditioning units... sort of.

You thought the lines at Great America were bad? Try praying to Baha'i at the only temple in the world's second most populous country.