I consider myself to be an extremely lucky guy. Why? Because I'm so damned attractive I have to hire someone to escort me everywhere and keep the girls at bay? Because I'm so gifted at everything I do I have to advertise that I don't want a job? No. Because I've seen the Taj Mahal at its most glorious, and without a horde of other eager tourists getting in the way of my shot.
I have two photographs of the Taj, the world's greatest legacy to love; my favourite is probably this one here, but for its combination of impact and familiarity I have chosen the one above to post. As for Agra, there's very little I want to say; if you plan on visiting it, certainly go to the Taj and perhaps also the mini Taj (if they've gotten rid of the scaffolding) for comparison, and the fort is great if you're not already suffering from fort-fatigue, but otherwise get out of Agra as soon as you can. It's awful.
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