The Taj Mahal, Agra

I was reluctant to revisit the Taj Mahal. I had "done" it on my overland trip from Britain to Nepal in 1973 - and had been disappointed. After the experiences of Afghanistan and, particularly, a moving visit to the Sikh Golden Temple in Amritsar in the Punjab, the Taj had seemed cold and empty - like the mausoleum it is.
But Bev had never seen it, so I made a second visit. This time, it completely overwhelmed me with its perfection.
Even in the heat and blinding light of midday it felt special.
We came back twice more, at sunrise and sunset on the following day.
And on the day after that, we crossed the river that flows behind the Taj and gained a new perspective far from the tourists and travellers who crowded the grounds of the Taj Mahal.