Of course, the Taj Mahal is full of tourists. Actually, Taj Mahal IS tourism.
Though, when entering the crowdy place, you still feel very moved.
I guess it is like seeing the Statue of Liberty for the very first time: You’ve always known about it and suddenly it becomes real. I tried to remember when I heard about it for the first time, but I don’t. I’m sure I had already seen pictures when I was ten. May be before…

A mausoleum erected by a Maharajah for his defunct wife back in the sixteenth century.
To prove ho much he was in love with her, he looked for the best architects and craftsmen ever.
He finally found one, coming right from Persia. To be sure the architect would understand his sorrow, the Maharajah had the architect’s wife killed…

Mainly Indians where visiting the place when we were there. And groups of students.

The story continues. The Maharajah’ son overthrew his government and  put his father in jail. He would see the Taj Mahal construction from his jail’ window, the Red Fort…

Above, the Taj Mahal view from the Red Fort…