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Agra, India
Morgan and Jake emerged from the taxi in front of the public gates of the Taj Mahal complex. They had flown into New Delhi and been driven the 110 kilometers through the night, both grabbing as much sleep as possible on the way. Morgan felt rumpled from the long flight, her limbs cramped, but she also had a sense of excitement about seeing the mausoleum again.
It was still dark, a few hours before dawn, but already the courtyard thronged with vendors. Some laid out postcards and t-shirts alongside snow globes and brass replicas of the famous dome. Others cooked street food, the sizzling of onions and turmeric filling the air with a heady tang.
"Here, madam," an enthusiastic young man shouted, as he noticed the foreigners arrive. He ran over with his arms full of cheap so
