What a horrible play on the baby taj.

It’s real name is the Tomb of I’timad-ud-Daulah. I will just stick with Baby Taj. Why is it called the baby taj? uh…because it looks like the real Taj. The tour guide made a joke how the Baby Taj gave birth to the mother taj…sweat. Here’s a recap of our visit to the “baby”.

Inside of the baby taj. We had to take our shoes off, which usually I am totally against. And this time was no different. But hey, if I don’t take off my shoes, I won’t be able to see the insides of the baby Taj.

Can’t win them all right.

The material looks so cool. And the damn building looks so clean! and majestic! Cute, just like a baby (yes i did it again).

Walking back to the gate that is in front of the baby taj. Got lucky. Was able to capture the sun in this picture.

India sun.

Unique in it’s own kind of way.

Something about how it mingles with the smog in India.

Interesting.

I kind of miss it now…

Oh! the sun behind the baby taj! what a suprise…didn’t even know I took this picture.

We spent about 30 minutes here. The place is not big at all so don’t be a smart ass and try to plan half a day here. You won’t be able to.

And also, I highly recommend getting a driver / tour guide. Otherwise I am not sure how you are getting home.

Written from Hong Kong, Home on November 10 2016

Categories: Agra

Tags: Blog, India, Photos, travel, wanderlust, World, Writing