The second I arrived in Delhi, I started to feel overwhelmed with the history and culture (and smells) of India. As a mixed up, I mean of mixed heritage (Canadian, Indian, Italian, French, Portuguese, and Scottish), going to India, seeing where my mom grew up was very exciting and helped me better understand all of her wonderful stories.
This was my brother's and my first trip to India. We had to go see the Taj Mahal. So from Delhi we took a van to Agra, a ride that was definitely intriguing with dancing bears and some close calls with other vehicles along the way.
Once we arrived at the Taj Mahal site, it was busy with people and vehicles. The moment when I walked up to threshold (the main, southern gate), where I caught my first glimpse of the absolutely magnificent structure, everything went silent. I was mesmerized by its sheer beauty and size. I had seen pictures, however, the scale of the white marble mausoleum was breath taking.
As if it wasn't enough to just be able to admire the Taj Mahal from afar, but to touch and feel the cold white marble transported me into a dream where this would be my palace! Up close the workmanship was perfection.
The Taj Mahal is a World Heritage Site (UNESCO), which recognizes the importance of this site. Mughal Emperor Shah Jahan had the Taj Mahal built in the memory of his wife Mumtaz Mahal, completed in 1648.
*I did not take the photos used in this post. I have used them because they provide the best visual representation of the Taj Mahal.