I imagine the young mother in the photo below telling
the story of the Taj Mahal to her daughter....
"Four hundred years ago, in 1612, a young Muhghal Emperor Shah fell in love
with a beautiful Muslim Persian Princess. Their names were
Mumtaz Mahal and Shah Jahan.
They spent many happy years together, sharing in the birth of 14 children.
With Mumtaz Mahal's last child, she passed away to 'Paradise'.
Shah Jahan was very sad, he loved Mumtaz so much that he wanted to ensure
her memory would never fade.
With precious white marble from India and Asia, 22, 000 labourers and
1000 elephants the Taj Mahal took shape. The Emperor Shah spent the rest
of his days in a room, looking out to the Taj Mahal, thinking of his Mumtaz Mahal.
The story of Shah Jahan and Mumtaz Mahal's and their symbol of love, has been
passed from mothers to daughters throughout India for nearly 400 years.
In the name of love. "
Mr. H and I are in agreement, it was so much more than we expected.
An absolutely breathtaking sight.
So many photos yet so hard to really convey the beauty.
A wider camera lens may have helped!
No matter, we all looked up in awe...just as Shah Jahan would have wanted.
Best wishes for a wonderful week!
Signing off with a quick hello
from Agra, India.