Agra, India; day whatever...

So, as to the conclusion to my trip to India, I went to the town of Agra outside of New Delhi. Delhi, by the way, in my opinion, was a little less third world than Bangalore, the supposed "silicon valley" if India.

I cannot really put into words how it feels to be standing, looking up at the great marble tombstone that stands against the sky and by the Yamura River as if it is floating in air. You either have to take your shoes off, or they give your shoe booties to wear as you are prancing around the structure. It is, symetrical on all four sides, and encompasses much more intricate marble work on the stones than you can see on common pictures.







This is a picture of marble workers. They start mastering their trade when they are very young, and it takes over ten years to become a master. Each stone has to be shaved down individually.



This is called the Agra Fort, or Red Fort.



Me inside the red fort.



These are the damn monkey's that pee'd on my head. No, I'm not joking. What a great thing for memories of India...."I got pee'd on by a monkey in Delhi!"