Taj Mahal

Feliz Navidad y un abrazo enorme para Alf.
Once upon a time there was a king, Shan Jahan that was really in love with his wie Mumtaz Mahal. But one day in 1631 she died giving birth to her 14th child. The king was so sad and devastated that he decided to build the most beautiful monument to her memory. Marble was brought from Makrana, near Jodhpur in Rajastan, and precious stones from decoration (onyx, amethyst, lapis lazuli, turquoise, jade, crystal, coral and mother of pearl) were carried to Agra from Persia, Russia, Afghanistan, Tibet, China and the Indian Ocean. 20.000 men worked 7.665 long days and nights to please the inconsolable king, building a tomb in four quadrants taht evoked the Islamic image of the gardens of paradise, where rivers flow with water, milk, wine and honey and they converge in a celestial pool of abundance.
In 1653 the Taj Mahal was completed, the zenith of Moghul architecture and a symbol of eternal love.
But nothing could make the king happy and he ended up sad and alone living in the Agra Fort, where the legend said he lived his final days gazing wistfully at the Taj Mahal in the distance.
I got there and it's really the most beautiful building I have ever seen. I got glued to it, watching it change with the light like a moody jewel.