Architecture rarely rouses me but the splendid delicacy and satisfying symmetry of the Taj Mahal at dawn left Georgie and I agog. Pretending to hold its central minaret and posing on 'Diana's seat' were mere tourist formalities as we wandered slowly in wonder around the greatest grave ever completed. We walked shoeless through the tomb, followed the rare stone carvings with our fingers and rubbed the cold marble. It's a magnanimous and magnificent monument and my favourite place in India thus far.
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