Tomato soup and feeling better each day. The ganges makes me well. Maybe. perhaps. The thought is nice. And the monkeys make me laugh. And the streets smell like incense. Old windy mazes of stone with cows blocking the way. It's beautiful and I don't want to leave. Varanasi.

But I am leaving. To Agra. Train and sleep and the Taj Mahal.

The Taj Mahal.