Outside the walls of the Taj Mahal lie the not-so-mighty alleys and lanes of today's Agra. Leather-shoe shops [I bought a yellow pair, Donna a pink pair], marble shops containing simple mortar and pestles, shops with beautiful inlaid tables and treasure boxes, carved jaali work where the light of a candle can pierce and illuminate its fine pattern. The descendents of the Taj Mahal craftsmen still plying their trade, though given little of the respect of the famous monument behind. Crowding our walking was a small army of touts - hawking for every kind of transportation, auto and bicycle rickshaws, horse tongas, and camel carts are the four choices to get us to the car park!
Since we had enjoyed the camel ride in, we walked back to the car, and through the winding lanes found painted mud walls of cloud blue, powder blue, cereluan blue, jade green and rose peach. It was worth the walk! I took pictures of all the blues and decided to repaint my Delhi office somewhere between powder and cloud blue.. a puff of color, a promise of a memory.
It was a wonderful morning of inspiration and relaxation at the ancient shrine of love!
Feel Beautiful, Be Beautiful, Live Beautiful