I'm pretty sure he wanted me to skip the whole death while giving birth to the 14th child thing (and the polygamy), but Dad had a point. Shah Jahan must have been pretty into Mumtaz Mahal to build her this mausoleum. And had a lot of money and power and a really good architect. If anyone knows a Mughal emperor who needs a wife, send him my way.
I got some practice feeling like royalty today because of all the amateur paparazzi at the Taj. Indian tourists were much more eager to photograph us weird white people there than anywhere else I've been in Asia. I guess lots of them were from far-flung corners of the country that foreigners rarely visit?
But even they couldn't stare for long; the Taj was too spellbinding. Although there were other beautiful buildings in the complex, we couldn't tear our eyes away from the main attraction. We spent three hours touring the place and another hour just staring. It was that awesome.
So, now that we've seen the Taj Mahal, that's it, right? I mean, what could possibly top the Taj?
Well, kind of. Dad and I part ways tomorrow. He's headed for a flight home from Delhi; I'm going to Kolkata (Calcutta), Darjeeling, and then Kathmandu. What tops the Taj? The Himalayas, of course! But only in elevation--jeez, that building is cool.
And, to all the Mughal emperor bachelors reading this: Call me. I'd make a great queen.
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