An important part of going to Agra is the car ride there. It sometimes involves travelling through the past. Unfortunately, Google's Blogger has also gone backwards, to an absolutely, utterly and completely unusable interface. Let me summarize the features:
- I can't control where my text goes, and can't type between pictures. Is this not a normal feature?
- Random carriage returns are added throughout my posts.
- It takes eons to load pictures.
- I can't move pictures around while editting.
Below, I was going to make a comment about vehicles being inversely proportional to their loads. Oh look, side-text!
Above, I was going to say something really funny about how subtle we looked in our Tourist-mobile. And to comment no the stand-up banana truck in front of it.
I hear that golf ball motorcycle helmets are all the rage in aerodynamics.
Got a rickshaw to fix? Just get your kid to lift up the corner!
More than once on my drive-by photography I got a picture of a biking man of bags. This trade seems less than lucrative
Street goats, the toughest kind.
Painting the median the right colours helps to manage traffic.
So does this man, who stands in a metal cage in the middle of the intersection. Whether he is obeyed is not known.
Above, I suspect the new Serbian Catholic Bank will not be as popular as Indusind.
Finally dung patties built into dung structures. A whole party of dung!
The creepy statues wish you goodbye, and farewell to Blogger as well. Stay tuned for a new address!
The first view we had of what we came to see in Agra.
In Agra there weren't many touts trying to sell us stuff, but instead Krista managed to get ripped off by a Minnesotan. That is, he didn't pay for the above beer, so she got Minnesotaed.
Anyway, back to Agra architecture, shown above and below.
Some people get dressed up for the Taj Mahal.
The rest of us just get special shoe covers so as to tread lightly on the marble.
Here is the face I make when I have to take the cheesy shot.
Oh, I forgot, here's the Taj Mahal. You may have seen such a picture before.
For perspective, here's our guide in one of the lower domes.
The walls are all inlaid with semi-precious stones, which supposedly glow different colours at sunrise and sunset.
Agra also has a red fort, where the rest of the rather violent royal family hung out.
It's showing a touch of wear, which is ok, since the royal family seems to have killed each other off anyway.
Here are some of people you might see in and around Agra. (Agra Culture, get it? I totally made it up!). The guru above demonstrates his balance skills while I work on my photography from moving vehicles. What would you carry on your head?
Perhaps some tree?
or a sack of potatoes?
I like the woman of mystery above best.
Do not fret, I think that the woman above has legs as well as grapes.
This man is selling the delicious street snacks that we eat in fake yet hygienic form in Singapore.
Oh delicious fried street snacks. We settled for these
While we didn't find the angles to be very mad (equilateral, really), we did enjoy the achaari masti flavour, which turned out to be mango pickle, with no MSG.
Here, the consumption of more healthy snacks is demonstrated. As is the use of eye makeup by children.
Also coveted: sugar cane street juice. 
Also available were "Make it Large" Royal Stag whiskey, and thunderbolt malt liquor from the English Wine and Beer shop. I failed to get pictures of the famous celebrities advertizing these brands, however.
This was supposed to be the "beautiful sari against less beautiful background" shot, but for some reason this woman didn't stay still while walking down the street.
These children posed much more nicely, and say goodbye to you now.
