After breakfast we hopped on a little bus for a tour of Delhi. Our first stop was the spice market, which was almost as crowded and narrow as the souks of Morocco. There was so much traffic, so many overhead wires, and so many little shops that I had to take a video in hopes of getting it all in.
And over our heads the monkeys were navigating along the wires, just the way squirrels do at home. 
Here’s a look at the market where we got a tour of the various teas and spices and how to use them. 
I ended up with several varieties, some for presents and some for ME.
A few more views, of hot peppers for sale and a dried fruit stand. 
We walked back through the market, where I noticed this broom, 
which I was to see often as women swept the streets or sidewalks in front of their stores.
From here we got into auto rickshaws, or tuktuks, for a little tour of the streets. This is Carol and her sister Lucy traveling next to ours. 
Our rickshaws were actually larger than the usual ones. The smaller ones are used by everyone: three wheels, open sides, often crammed chock full of people and belongings. Here’s an image taken by someone else.
A wild ride and you have to hang on tight!
Back on the bus, we traveled through the center of town with some difficulty, since many streets were closed in anticipation of Independence Day celebrations. 
Modi had invited Bolsonaro, the Brazilian autocrat, and I can only imagine they had a great time together, plotting how to oppress their people. 
We caught sight of several government buildings and of the Red Fort, which, sadly, was not on our agenda.
(Not a great picture, since it was taken from the bus.) I was reading William Dalrymple’s City of Djinns on this trip and it made me wish that we could have spent more time here. A reason to go back!
Partway through the tour, our guide tried to explain the difference between Hindus and Muslims. 
Well! They (the Muslims) are all terrorists, their allegiance is to jihad not to India, they breed like rabbits while Hindus have only one child, where will the Hindus go, there is no Hindu country, and on and on. It was quite unpleasant, but at least we did hear the unfiltered views of a man who undoubtedly represents quite of a few of his countrymen.
Our final stop was Humayan’s Tomb, commissioned by Humayan’s wife and completed in 1572. It is said to be the inspiration for the Taj Mahal. I fear that I did not fully appreciate the architecture or the setting, but I do know that the building and the surrounding gardens are a an example of Mughal architecture, borrowing from Indian as well as Islamic styles. 
Built of red sandstone and white marble, its lovely arches and tiles again reminded me of Morocco. Our guide took a picture of us standing in front of it. 
The happy crew: Caron, Cathy, Caity, Christine, Linda, Carol, Lucie, Pati and me (looking oddly belligerent).
We left Delhi and our guide about mid-afternoon and headed for Agra in a little bus with seats for fifteen, so we each had room to spread out our marigold necklaces, bouquets of flowers, and personal needs (water bottles which are passed out by the guides throughout our trip, purse, phone, guidebooks, snacks, etc.). It was a long, long drive to Agra through very flat country but worth it in the end. We had a delicious late dinner (not my usual style but I survived!).
It was nicely presented even though we were not sure what we were eating.
After checking in at the very first-world Radisson Hotel, we agreed to meet at 6:30 the next morning to see the Taj Mahal at dawn.
Such a good idea! The light was magical as we entered the site,
and there were crowds to be sure, but not as insane as it will undoubtedly get later.
We entered through the west gate,
which is decorated with elegant calligraphy
using pietra dura, inlaid with precious and semi-precious stones. (As always, applique designs leapt out at me.)
Our first sight through an archway was the iconic view, with the early morning mist giving it an ethereal look.
It was unexpectedly moving. Like seeing Michelangelo’s David, the image is so well known as to be a cliche, but when you see it in person it is arresting.
We all kept taking pictures, because the light kept changing. Here it is with the pink light of dawn.
Inside the mausoleum, you can see the tombs (though they are apparently replicas) and appreciate the beautifully carved stone filigree screens. 
Guides are positioned along here with flashlights so that you can see how the semi-precious stones glow in the light.
We saw lots of birds, including big green parakeets and the iconic hoopoe (not my picture). 
We wandered along the plinth and enjoyed the beautiful views of the Yamuna River below, with boatmen looking like an impressionistic painting.
Of course, when planning the trip it seemed logical to visit the Taj Mahal since it was so close to where we were going, and I was thrilled when Cathy set it all up for us. But I had never longed to see it, so although I was expectant I was not exactly excited. But then we saw it, and it was simply magical.
Yes, an unpreposessing exterior, but wow! This is the main retail shop, where we all fell madly in love with the kantha quilts. You can see them stored on the shelves, with the overflow spilling onto the floor..
I bought five of them for presents, including one made of silks. There were several more rooms, filled with pajama sets, shirts, clothes of all kinds, and more fabric.
We pawed through the piles looking for gold and in some cases found some. I came away with this old (how old?) quilted piece. 
Look at all those intricately carved blocks on the shelf behind him!
Lovely little cakes and sandwiches, and, of course, tea. 
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Caroline's Garden and Travel Record 