The Taj Mahal. You know the love story: heartbroken 17th century Mughal emperor Shah Jahan builds mausoleum to honor the memory of his favorite (third) wife, Mumtaz Mahal, after she dies giving birth to their 14th (14th!!!) child. You’ve seen the image a million times: white marble edifice with onion dome bathed in the soft, golden glow of the rising/setting sun. But the revelation is that “in person” the Taj possesses a magnificent minimalist elegance, grace and beauty that transcend time and tourists even on a freezing cold, foggy day.
3 thoughts on “1.15.14: Beloved”
I can’t believe crayons are a forbidden item at the Taj Mahal.
No books… no crayons… and I’m still not sure what that stuff on the bottom left represents!
You guys look so happy. I miss you!