December 2024
Xavi, Marta and I continued our journey toward Agra — the most anticipated stop of the trip. Here, we joined the country’s more classic travel circuit.
But Agra is more than its famous postcard. Behind the noise and dust are hidden temples, spice stalls, and crowded, lively streets.
Streets, food, temples, glances — the life of Agra beats beyond the postcards. Between kitchen smoke and the footsteps of pilgrims, everything moves at once: motorbikes, cows, bicycles and colours crossing in constant motion. Amid the chaos, life flows with surprising calm.
We wandered through markets and small temples, some hidden in narrow alleys. Offerings, incense and prayers mixed with chatter and laughter. Agra keeps that delicate balance between spirituality and daily life that only India can create.
Beyond its fame, the Taj Mahal fascinates with its perfect symmetry — every arch, every carved flower, every reflection designed with impossible precision. We arrived at dawn, just as the gates opened and the sun began to colour the stone. White turned to gold, then to pink, and for a moment, everything stood still.
A few kilometres from Agra lies Fatehpur Sikri — a red sandstone palace-city built by Emperor Akbar. Endless corridors, open courtyards and a stillness that contrasts with the bustle of Agra. A place seemingly frozen in time.
