I didn't expect the train station to Delhi to be on the other side of the city. And less expected to choose the slowest and heaviest rickshaw of all Agra. He even proudly taught me a dedication of a Spanish tourist who gave birth to him! After an attempt to get into a travel agency, I got him to take me at once to the station where I parked my backpack and got a ticket for 7 in the afternoon to Delhi.
Once prepared to visit the Taj Mahal, I got another rickshaw (this time faster) and on the way to the entrance of the Taj Mahal, I came across a good number of beggars, disabled people, people with no name, no clothes or clothes. The internal shock comes when at the doors of the Taj Mahal you are asked for 750 rupees (15 euros) and you can't help thinking about all those anonymous people you have left behind and the wonders they would do with so much money together!
Anyway, I entered through the south gate of the Taj Mahal and I was amazed at the architectural achievement of hiding the monument until the end. As in a surprise gift, you don't see the building until you cross the door and suddenly you have it before you. With its marble glowing incandescently and its silhouette outlined in the water.
Enough has been written about this monument to love. Rabindranath Tagore himself defined it as a poem written in stone and once said of him that it was destined to shine forever as "a tear on the cheek of time."
Luckily it was not crowded and it has been a pleasure to walk barefoot around this wonder of humanity.