Now this town is more to my liking.

At a certain point in Delhi, I came to the realization that it was time to get in to the rickshaw and let myself be driven around. I am not a taxi sort of person, in fact I have been known on many occasions to walk miles before I will allow myself my own personal, albeit temporary, driver. It seems like such a luxury to be driven, so bourgeoisie.

Well, so be it. When in India, there is no avoiding the fact that there is a huge class difference, and as such I have found that I am quite happy to be driven to and fro the sites of this place. I have a driver, damn it, and it is a great thing. Worth all of the six bucks a day. And he is a nice guy to boot.

I left you, my reader, a bit down and out in Delhi. Long story short, we all do what we have to do to pay the bills. And if you happen to be the one with bills in your pocket, then you best think twice about why people are nice to you. So here, much like in L.A., if you got the money, they got the time.

Today, I am in a better mood. My driver friend (that is to say, as long as we keep paying him) has been a great guide. He has shown us the coolest thing in India, the Taj Mahal. The most insane thing ever build for love. And what a monument. It is as amazing as it looks in the pictures. Cold opaque marble, intricately inlaid with semiprecious stones with the solid blue sky as a backdrop. It is another place where words fail, pictures fail, movies as well. Take the picture you have in your mind, and it is like that, but bigger.

That said, when I get to a personal computer, I'll be glad to show you all the pictures I have. Maybe one of them will capture that essence, as the french say, the I don't know what.

I have to get to bed now. Going to do sunrise at the Taj tomorrow.