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| It was a
long trip, I listened to my ipod to drown out the
constant honking |
And then I
arrived. Had to walk a little ways to find it, the
parking lot was a way away |
And run a
gauntlet of people trying to sell me films and objects |
The first
view of the Taj Mahal through the entrance |
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| And there
it is, picture postcard, exactly as I'd seen images of it |
Everything
symmetrical and perfect and reflective |
This is Mr.
Singh, my driver, he'd never been to Agra before |
And I got
him to take a photo of me too. |
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| Come to
think of it the water is exactly the colour I remembered
from photos |
And this
is the famous bench everyone sits on |
But what I
really loved was seeing what surrounds the usual photos |
For the
whole picture, the big context, is just as magnificent |
