12 The Taj Mahal at Sunrise

This episode Scot revisits stories of the most amazing building he’s ever been to, the Taj Mahal, and the magic that happens to it during an Indian sunrise. 

Scot also looks more locally to see if there is anything around his area that can help recreate this experience and even complete a part of it he could never do in India.

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Hi and welcome to the Perfect Show. I'm your host, scott Moppen. I'm what you might call a perfection prospect, sifting through life looking for little things or experiences that can be considered perfect. Join me each episode as I examine one topic that I'm presenting as a little nugget of perfection. Photographs usually do a pretty good job of showing you what something looks like the colors, shapes, sort of giving you a sense of that thing. Photography is built around this idea. Tv and movies are built around this idea. Online shopping is built around this idea. Photographers and cinematographers know how to take the time to make something look so great it looks even better than the real thing. But then there are those things that are so amazing in person, so spectacular, that no photo ever does them justice. The best they can manage is a pale imitation. One of those things for me is the Taj Mahal. My mom was an elementary school art teacher for 40 years and we always had these gigantic books of different artists' work with huge, detailed pictures of their paintings. She would use them as resources in class to show students and for her own classes as she worked on her master's degree in the summers. Monet, dali, rockwell, picasso, gauguin, van Gogh, matisse I was flipping through all of them over and over again from an early age. We would also go regularly to the Nelson Atkins Art Museum in Kansas City, so I grew up seeing paintings both in books and in person a lot. It got me interested in art, eventually allowing me to enter college on an art scholarship, and pretty much affected everything in my life. During college I would have one art history course each semester, which would put me in a big auditorium twice a week looking at giant projections of paintings on a screen. One summer, while traveling through Chicago, I made a visit to the Chicago Institute of Art Museum where I got to see a traveling exhibit of Van Gogh paintings, including one that I had seen on screen in art history class and also in my mom's books. It was small in real life smaller than the giant screen projection, of course, but also smaller than the reproduction of it I had seen in the book. The real painting was smaller than a piece of printer paper, which really surprised me and modest. It wasn't showy at all. It was just a small painting of the sun setting over a wheat field. I didn't really pay much attention to it on the screen or the book, just flipped right past it, but there in person it stopped me in my tracks. I remember having the absurd initial reaction of thinking they shouldn't allow photos of this to be in books or online because you just lose so much the type of thing where it feels almost rude to show people the photograph of it first and let them think they've seen what the real thing is like. Pictures hadn't shown me the texture of the gloves of paint or really represented the vibrance of the colors well at all. I hadn't had this sort of jarring disconnect when seeing any other paintings before and I had seen a lot of paintings. This was just the one for me. It shot up to the top of my list immediately. The photos had shown me what the image looked like, but not at all what it was like to actually see the painting if that makes any sense Like a replica that doesn't really replicate the thing. Now this sort of phenomenon has happened multiple times over my life, most often with landscapes or sunsets stuff that just flattens and dies in a photo. It's happened a few times with paintings like the one in Chicago, and once with a building. That building was the famous Taj Mahal in India. I mentioned last episode that I had my honeymoon in India and we went there without a real plan apart from visiting the Golden Triangle Trio of tourism cities, which are Delhi, agra and Jaipur, and then adding on a fourth city, udaipur. Okay, so it's geography time again. This is beginning to become a regular feature on the show, I guess, but the Golden Triangle is that trio of cities in the northern part of India. India's total population is 1.38 billion. Delhi, india's capital city, holds 18 million of those people. Then, to the south of Delhi, 220 kilometers or 137 miles, a two to three hour train ride away, is Agra, a beautiful city known for the Agra Fort, but more famously for the Taj Mahal, which sits in Agra on the banks of the Yamuna River. Northwest of Agra, about the same distance, 230 kilometers or 143 miles, another three to four hour train ride away, is Jaipur, also known as the Pink City, and it's a center for a huge market of shops and bazaars and trade. Then Jaipur is 260 kilometers from Delhi again, and these three cities form a rough triangle. So that's the Golden Triangle that people talk of when they're talking about India. Down southwest of Jaipur, the second city I told you about, nearly 400 kilometers or about 250 miles outside the Golden Triangle is the city of Udaipur. It's a seven to eight hour train ride, so that's an all day thing from Jaipur or an overnight thing from Delhi. Udaipur is a city built around a huge man-made lake called Lake Pichola. I say man-made and because I'm an American, that always serves up a certain connotation in my mind as to what time period we're talking about. But India is a way different place with a way different timeline, so you have to adjust a bit to how that changes things. This man-made lake was completed in 1362, nearly 700 years ago. So Lake Pichola has one island with a super fancy hotel on it. I mean, the hotel is the island out in the middle of the lake and it looks like a palace. This was featured prominently in the James Bond movie Octopussy, and restaurants around the lake continually remind you of that point by trying to beckon you into their nightly viewings of the film over a lake backdrop. But more on that later. I talked my new wife, misha, into my bright idea of landing in India with zero plants or reservations of any kind, because I'd read to be wary of online reservations and getting a bait and switch when you register for hotels that way. So I thought it would be better to just be dropped off somewhere central, make our way to lodging and then inspect it when we got there. Of course this was as my ideas can sometimes be terribly underthought through. I am far too quick to just think, ah, it'll probably work out somehow and not plan too much for the trip. We hopped off the plane late, I think nine or ten at night, hailed a cab and asked for a ride to the New Delhi train station. People sometimes use Delhi and New Delhi interchangeably, but there is a difference. New Delhi is one of the districts within the larger city of Delhi. While the larger city of Delhi has been in place since the sixth century BC, new Delhi was really overhauled, restructured and remade in 1911 by the British when they occupied India. A lot of the buildings and roads are made with European architecture influences. So it's a trip to go from Outer Delhi into New Delhi and then start seeing that British influence on things like Karnat Place, a large shopping area. New Delhi is where India's seat of government is and holds India's capital, but New Delhi is only 42.7 square kilometers compared to all of Delhi, which is over 46,000. So using Delhi and New Delhi interchangeably would be like using San Francisco interchangeably with Fisherman's Wharf. So it was the New Delhi train station where we had asked to be dropped off that night on our cab ride from the airport. I thought that seemed like a good place to orient ourselves, check maps and make a plan, so we hopped out and started plotting our moves right there in front of the station, which had the effect of inviting other people to try and insert themselves into that process. We got approached almost instantly by many eager gentlemen keen to show us to the spot we just must be looking for. We knew about these guys too. They get a cut from the hotel if they can bring in paying customers, so they will say anything they need to, not so much making sure it's all true. So we just started walking instead, which momentarily kept people from taking an interest in us. Stopping especially to consult a map or book, though, would get us swarmed with unhelpful helpers offering unhelpful help. We must have looked like bright, shiny idiots that night, a beacon calling out for anyone who wanted to test their luck on the two new kids. We hadn't really gotten a chance to get our india legs yet. Ultimately, we stayed at a nicer place than we had budgeted for because of this, willing to call off our search because it was late. The place was very nice, it would only be for the one night. We were exhausted and besides this was a honeymoon. Right. We had planned what cities we would go to, but not what order or how many days we'd stay in any of them. So in the calm of that nice first hotel room, we decided that maybe Delhi wasn't our speed yet and made plans to hop a train to Agra the next day. Agra is a smaller city I mean everything but Mumbai is a smaller city than Delhi, but Agra is also a slower city. This is the city with the Taj Mahal in it, and its economy largely revolves around the tourism that building attracts. That's what had brought us there. We had read that the best times to view the Taj were sunrise and sunset, with sunrise being the better of the two. The way tickets to the Taj work is you have to get in line to purchase tickets for the day separate lines for men and women get your ticket and then wait in another line for the security check. There are a lot of rules for what you can and can't bring into the Taj, and they have armed guards who seem pretty serious about you following them. No food or drink, but you could bring a small transparent water bottle, meaning like a small disposable plastic one. This is all the water you get for your time inside. You can bring your camera, but not a sketch pad or book or any writing utensils. I was making a sketchbook of my time in India, so I remember this rule well, because I had wanted to come in and sketch or draw the Taj Mahal for sure, but found out the night before that I couldn't bring in my drawing stuff. I didn't dig too hard, but it does make sense to be on multiple levels. Firstly, of course, keeping out food and drink helps keep food and drink spills from happening on a priceless monument, prevents destructive critters who might want to eat that food and drink from being attracted. And the no pens or pencils thing makes sense too, because while I wanted to bring it and draw a picture of the Taj, I can imagine the temptation for people who want to visit and then draw or write on the Taj. When I visited Stonehenge in England, we had to view it from a ways away because they used to let people just walk up and touch the stones, but too many were chipping off small pieces to take home with them. So they had to rope it off and keep people a certain distance away because if they hadn't, according to the Stonehenge people, it would have been completely gone. At the rate it was being chipped away before. So no one gets a chance to write on the Taj Mahal because we as a species completely can't control ourselves and weed to face and destroy pretty much anything and everything when given even the slightest chance. Yeah, that sounds about right. They are very serious about keeping the place nice and they post lists of the prohibited items all over. We saw ours in front of our hotel the night before, in time to leave anything on the list back in our room, and you'd be wise to take note of these signs because if you bring something on them with you, either it's not getting in or you're not getting in. Take it or no. Items on the website and sign include drones, any tobacco products, firearms, candy, any wire, bags of any kind, stickers of any kind, tripod or material for prayer. Also, no electronic devices apart from your camera or phone. Mobile phones are to be switched off or on silent mode when you're inside and they ask you not to make noise in or around the mausoleum. They even enforce a half kilometer radius from the Taj where you can't operate any polluting vehicles, so that less smog would be in the air to stain the monument. That might be the most impressive ban to me, because Agra may be comparatively small to Delhi, but it still holds 1.6 million people. I'll tell you, anywhere else we went in India, a zone like that seemed like a completely impossible thing to establish and maintain. Even so, the Taj Mahal doesn't avoid all pollution, and every so often it undergoes a process called Motiyane Mithi, a traditional mud pack, where mud is caked on by hand and then brushed off, and then the brilliant white shine returns until it's time for another rejuvenation later. Other items on the banned list might seem more curious at first books of any kind, tripods, phone chargers or extra batteries, prayer materials. But this ties into the second reason why I couldn't bring my sketchbook with me. That reason, I think, is a less obvious one, though. The Taj grounds are open from just before sun up to just after sun down, but your ticket is only good for entry once, no reentry. So if you wanted to come in and see the sunrise and sunset, you'd need to stay all day and not go out. Stay all day without food, with whatever small amount of water you got in with under the heat of the Indian sun, extended drawing projects, books to read, cell phone chargers or meals, would make it easier for people to stay longer, which means the site gets more crowded, less magical. Fewer people get to cycle in per day, they sell fewer tickets and make less money on the attraction as a whole. Speaking of tickets, they are different prices depending on your nationality. For Indians, the tickets are 50 rupees, about $1 when I was there, or 64 cents now Google tells me. For foreigners, the price is 1100 rupees, with an additional 200 rupees B if you want to go up and see the main mausoleum building, which you should definitely do. To go all that way and not see the main thing, I mean, just count the 200 rupees in the price of the ticket. So 1300 rupees total, or $16.74 today. Oh, and currently you have to buy all tickets online, since they don't have the in-person ticket window I talked about open because of COVID when Misha and I went in 2009,. It was 500 rupees for the ticket plus 250 for the mausoleum add-on, so 750 rupees total, which was about $15, and so not that different comparatively. It makes sense that the prices are so contrasted between Indian and non-Indian. It's an important Indian site and it really should be accessible to everyone there. Also, the level of wages and cost of living disparity between India and the countries people come to visit the Taj from really makes it necessary to set the separate prices. Since we wanted to see the sunrise, we requested a wake-up call for like 3am the next morning, a wake-up call which ended up being a person coming over from the hotel office and banging loudly on the door with both fists, and then we made our way in the dark over to the Taj gates for sunrise. You can see the top of the Taj Mahal from some places around it, but the grounds have a tall red sandstone wall around it, which makes going inside the only way to really see the front of the structure. After getting through security, there's a large lawn with a long, beautiful pool and some walkways between you and the main buildings. Those main buildings are up on a raised platform above ground level. This is the view of the Taj Mahal that probably 99% of the world is familiar, with the pool of water reflecting the structure. To make a second image of the Taj for the photo. We were among the first people being led in that day, so we made our way pretty directly to the main buildings. I remember it being quiet. India had been a place that, up to that point, had seemed extremely loud to me, with sounds always coming from every direction. But this was quiet, tranquil even, especially considering I was among a bunch of other tourists at the very moment. At the base of the platform there's a spot to put your shoes. It's optional, but I'm really glad I did it because, without my sandals on, I was able to stand foot to marble on one of the most amazing structures on Earth. I remember the ground being cool, not cold, but more than anything, I remember it being remarkably smooth under my bare feet. So the Taj Mahal is a mausoleum, meaning it houses a tomb inside, and it was built between 1632 and 1653 by Emperor Shah Jahan. Shah Jahan was Emperor of the Mukhal Empire, which controlled a giant chunk of South Asia, and was, in many ways, india before India. He had the Taj commissioned as a mausoleum to house the tomb of his favorite wife, mubtaz Mahal, who died while giving birth to her 14th child Wow, 14th. Okay, so there's the white main building that most people are familiar with, but the Taj Mahal complex is actually three buildings next to each other. On either side of the white marble Taj Mahal are giant red sandstone buildings that face inward towards the Taj. One is a mosque. That's clear. The other's purpose is a bit more ambiguous. Theories are that it could have been a guest house or used for something else. It could have even been built just to balance out the mosque and make the site more symmetrical. I read that theory too, but it seems the knowledge of why it was originally built has been lost over time. The mausoleum in the center what most people think of when they imagine the Taj Mahal is made of white marble with intricate carvings and inlaid precious stone. Most Mukhal buildings of that time were constructed of the red sandstone that made up the buildings to either side of the Taj and the nearby Agra Fort. But Shah Jahan, one of the Tajs, made out of white marble and he was sort of the first person who did that and it caused a wave of similar design in Mukhal architecture following the Taj. The building is 73 meters, or 240 feet tall at the tip, which includes the famous large onion-shaped bulb on top that accounts for 35 meters, or 115 feet, of that height. The precious stones are inlaid in Pietra Dura designs which look like vines and flowers on some of the marble surfaces, in beautiful circular and overlapping patterns. The building is also surrounded by four tall white minarets or columns, on the four corners of the platform. These minarets are 40 meters or 130 feet tall, and an interesting bit of trivia is that they aren't perfectly vertical. All four of them lean slightly away from the Taj Mahal's main structure so that in the event that they were to collapse or be toppled over something that happened from time to time, wikipedia says then they would fall away from that main building and be less likely to damage it. So the main reason why we were there at sunrise and why the guidebooks suggested it, was that during sunrise the Taj Mahal was supposed to change colors as you watch. Well, I mean, it doesn't actually change colors, but it appears to be different colors at different points in the sunrise. That was the claim anyhow, so we were there in part to test it out. By the time we reached the building, it was a bit lighter in the sky close to sunrise, and over the next several minutes we watched the sun come up and its effects on the Taj Mahal. There's a lot going on with this building, so the best place to see this color change effect is via the smooth, large bulb on top. Because of the dome's height, the colors sort of start there and then wash down over the rest of the building gradually. In the beginning the whole structure is a bluish hue in the early morning light with the cool night sky behind it. Then it almost imperceptibly shifts to a beautiful pink, briefly, first on the dome, then down over the whole thing, followed by a gorgeous yellow for a bit and then ultimately transitions to the brilliant white that it wears for the rest of the day. I've never seen the northern lights, but I imagine that's the same feeling of planning out something and then being in the right place at the right time to witness a phenomenon. I locked that moment into my memory, with the cool wind blowing and quiet conversations in many languages just barely audible in the background, watching the most amazing building I had ever seen in person magically change colors before my eyes. Actually, it was really the most stunning uh created thing I had ever seen, up to that point, or even after top number one thing made by humans that I've seen in this world. I think it was while watching the color change that the same thought popped into my head again. There shouldn't be pictures of this thing. They just flatten what is magnificent about it on so many levels. But of course there should be pictures. That would be nuts right. Sorry, no photos of this thing. It's too beautiful for photography. But that's again where my brain went, standing before it, sort of resentful even that I thought I knew what this thing looked like from photos and that no one had told me how different it really was in person. In the light of the full morning sun, and having successfully seen the thing we were there to see, I went in and explored the rest of the building more leisurely. It's huge, but also smaller than I had expected inside, or rather, I don't know what I thought would be inside the main building, but I guess I had imagined it to resemble a house in some way, being divided up into rooms. That's not at all what it was like. There's no electricity there. Maybe that's obvious, but it means that inside you can look at the mausoleum and touch blocks of marble that were intricately carved hundreds of years ago, but the light you're working with is whatever has made its way in from outside and then was not also being blocked out by other tourists. Inside the center of the structure are two ornate tombs one for Shah Jahan's wife, mumtaz Mahal, and the other for Shah Jahan himself, who died in 1658, only five years after the completion of the construction on the Tash. Well, actually, wikipedia says the main building mausoleum part was essentially done in 1643, but work on other phases continued for the next ten years or so, so he really died more like fifteen years after the Tash was built. These two ornate tombs, however, are both empty inside. The real tombs for Shah Jahan and his wife are on a lower level, closed off and arranged very specifically, with their heads turned to face Mecca. After exploring the main building, we explored the mosque and the maybe guest house maybe just built to be symmetrical house, on either side of the mausoleum. They were less crowded by far, but I just kept turning back and looking at the Tash from whatever other building we were at. I couldn't help it. Meanwhile I of course took tons of photos, some of the Tash, some of us in front of the Tash, the thing where you pretend you're touching the tip of the dome from the right angle or whatever. When push came to shove. There shouldn't be pictures thing didn't really slow me down any here. I don't think I remember hanging out on the grounds for a little while, soaking in the everything I could, until probably mid morning, when we decided it was about the right time to head out. After a short nap to recharge in the hotel, we were back out on the streets of Agra and I was still processing the Taj Mahal. We had come to Agra just to see it, and now that we had, we were planning on leaving Agra the following day, but I was still churning over the experience that had floored me that morning. The next day, we would be hopping a train to the third city on our journey, but that also meant one more sunrise here, and I was keen to try for a second bite at the apple with regards to seeing the Taj Mahal. The problem was, however, that this would be a Friday morning and the gates of the Taj are closed on Friday, so no tickets and no one inside the walls. But there were other options. There's an entire side industry based around every way possible to see the Taj without going through those gates, and Friday, of course, was the busiest day of the week. The monument is built on the western banks of the Yamuna River, a big waterway which runs through Delhi, through Agra behind the Taj and eventually into the Ganges River. So the next morning before sunrise we walked down to the water where you can hire a boat to take you out to see the Taj from the river. This is probably the second most famous view of the Taj, and if in pictures you are seeing it reflected over a wide stretch of water and not a narrow one, that's the Yamuna River and you're seeing it from the back angle. This is also possible because those tall red sandstone walls that go around the monument stop at the banks of the river and there is no wall around the backside. So it seems like this would be a good place to slip around the edge and maybe get in for free, but the multiple armed guards I saw patrolling these points might disagree. We found a boatsman with a large, flat wooden barge type thing, negotiated a price and then he used a large stick to propel us slowly out into the middle of the Yamuna waters, like you'd see them use on canals in Venice. The river was pretty calm, making it nice to lay back on the barge and check out the view we had just paid to see. Again, the sunrise was amazing, as sunrises usually are, but while the skies lit up in different colors from this orientation, they didn't have the same effect on the Taj Mahal. Well, I mean not on the side we could see, which was the backside. The early morning light changed colors again, but the Taj really didn't this time. I think I caught a little of it, off the sides of the bulbs and column maybe, but not really the same at all. The boatsman hadn't been as strict with his security procedure, so I had brought a backpack aboard and was using it as a pillow, and I had also brought my sketchbook with some pens and pencils. I sat up after we got a good enough view and started drawing. The boat was moving, constantly changing the angles of what I was seeing, so I had to work fast. I had to do a few quick sketches in pencil and then spent the rest of the ride trying to work on one ink. I enjoyed drawing, as I usually do, but I wish I could have had longer or been on a more stationary point to work from. Still, this was letting me draw the Taj Mahal, which 24 hours ago had not been possible, so I wasn't trying to look any gift horses in any mouths. We went back to the shore after a bit, got off the boat while the boatsmen negotiated with new riders, and walked back up to the city. For the rest of the morning, until our departure time. We had checked out of our hotel that morning, so today we would just have to power through until we boarded the train. We were joined for part of our walk by a skittering pack of monkeys loudly running away from some absent-minded tourists who had apparently left their bags of chips and snacks a little too un-carded. And that was it for Agra. We went to the station after lunch and hopped on the train to the next city on our itinerary, jaipur. We did a little exploring and shopping in Jaipur. We went to see a Bollywood movie from the balcony of the famous Raj Mandir theater there, but for me nothing there really compared to the Taj Mahal. I think the city itself was maybe full of more interesting points than Agra, but none of those points peaked as high as the Taj did in my book, if that makes sense. Oh for the movie. We just went to see whatever was playing, which ended up being the perfect one for us. The film is called Dubole Hadiba and it well, let's just say it isn't rated strongly on IMDb, but we quite liked it, maybe even for the same reason that IMDb viewers didn't. It was a simple story that was easy to understand even without subtitles, about a young woman who was amazing at cricket and wanted to play cricket for her team, but they wouldn't let her play because she's a woman. So she dresses up as a man to get on the team and meanwhile it starts crushing on the team captain. But oh no, he thinks she's a man and doesn't look at her the same way, or what confusion and hilarious mixups which ensue. Oh, the elaborate shenanigans she must concoct. And we're talking toodaloo dry by fruiting Mrs Doubt fire levels like a reverse ladybugs with Jonathan Brandis. It was about cricket, which I don't really understand, and in Hindi, which I understand even less, but the gender-swapping love story part was simple enough that we followed along just fine, with killer songs and elaborate dance numbers along the way, complete with long flowing strips of colorful cloth and ferris wheels just delightful. Buying tickets for the movie had been a little bit tricky, though. Many places in India and this was true for the tickets to get into the Taj Mahal as well. There are two lines to buy tickets one for men or gents, as they would label it, and one for women, or ladies, as it's labeled. Read Ladies and gents those were the two terms I saw everywhere. The gents line was way shorter so I just hopped into it first and it turns out that when I got to the front I only had access to tickets from the lower sections. It's a man, which meant I could buy tickets for certain areas of the theater but not the higher balconies. I left my line and tagged Misha in, so she got into the ladies line and was able to buy tickets in any section, including the balconies. The reason for this was so that single women going to the theater could sit in separate sections and not be harassed and creeped on by single men. So women had access to more parts of the theater and married couples wanted to sit in those nicer sections of the theater too. So the ladies line was long because it represented single women and the women half of many married couples looking to buy tickets in those nicer sections, like how we were. But we got balcony seats. Ate samosas loved the movie and just the whole experience was wonderful. Our next destination was Udaipur Remember the city built around that lake from Okta Pussy, and we had more adventures here. We did eventually cave to one of the constant barkers wanting us to come watch that James Bond movie over dinner, and whatever we were expecting wasn't what it was. We walked up some narrow steps to the roof of a building near the lake and sat at one of the tables. There were no other customers there. We were the first, but it wasn't that late anyway, so we were probably just early for dinner time. However, when we got midway through the meal and there was still no one else around, we asked about the James Bond movie. The thing we had come here primarily for. The guy on the street had literally said come upstairs and watch it while you eat. That one Up on the roof was a big rectangular cement block wall that had been painted white. Now, I've been to a lot of theaters and I know a screen setup when I see one, so I started looking around for a projector and, sure enough, the guy we had asked about the movie had disappeared and now reappeared with a long extension cord and a rolling cart. What the man was wheeling out with the extension cord wasn't a projector, though. It was a small television set on a cart we're talking the old kind with a big, thick cathode-ray tube. Below the TV sat an equally ancient-looking VCR. Do people know what a VCR is? It's a machine you hook up to a TV and you can play video from VHS tapes, which were the way to watch movies before streaming and DVDs. He wheeled the small 15-inch screen out and created just a hilarious image for me of watching the movie on that small dark box instead of the massive white wall behind it. So we finished our meal to octopus-y under the night sky. The food was good, even if the atmosphere was bizarrely crazy. But actually pretty much all the food in India was good. We got to have Indian food for every meal and it was amazing. I don't remember any of them being bad, but also I don't remember the food from really any of these meals specifically. It was just great Indian food throughout the whole trip that we had at like a zillion different places. We did deviate a couple of times, both during the Indian holiday of Diwali, which happened while we were there, and most, if not all, of the traditional restaurants around us closed shop as people traveled back home to observe and celebrate. First we went to see what McDonald's in India was like, and that was a trip. They don't serve beef, which may be obvious or may not be, but people who practice the Hindu religion don't eat beef, and that's a sizable percentage of the Indian population. Another sizable chunk of India is Muslim, and practicing Muslims don't eat pork, so there was none of that at McDonald's either, meaning no hamburgers or bacon, and that meant a ton of sandwich and menu options that I had never seen before. The McChicken seemed like the flagship item, with a McVeggie by its side because, again, a large number of people in India are vegetarian. So all the menu items like the Pizza, mcpuff, another thing I saw were coated with little green dots to signify they were vegetarian items, or red dots if they weren't. The other Western restaurant we tried one night during Diwali was Papa John's, and that was surreal as well. I mean, I think it was just pizza with Indian-ish toppings as options, but the fact that we found a Papa John's there in Kanaat Circle, new Delhi, of all places, was just wild to me. All the Indian restaurants we ate were chock full of delicious curries, but nothing that really stands out individually. It's just in my memory that all the food on our trip was really really good. In all, I loved my trip to India. I really want to go back and explore different parts, but I also don't think I would ever turn down a chance to see the Taj again. I'm obviously not the first one with this take on the Taj Mahal. It's not even all that unique. I mean, the building is so undeniably impressive that it drives the industry for an entire city. So impressive that it became a symbol for the country, really one of the biggest countries on earth. People have been inspired by the Taj since it was originally built, and I'm just one in a long, long line. Another person ahead of me in that line would be Bill Harlan. Back in the 1970s, bill Harlan, a wealthy land developer of turned vineyard owner, was so inspired by the Taj Mahal that he decided to build one of his very own. There are actually several replicas of the Taj Mahal in different parts of the world, enough of them to have their own Wikipedia page, where I would say some are definitely more notable than others. There are scaled and incomplete replicas in Bangladesh. Other replicas are Taj inspired buildings across India, including the BB Ka Makbara in Arungabad, built by Shah Jahan's son in an attempt to outdo his father's Taj Mahal Classic father son stuff. Luckily, my dad didn't build a Taj Mahal, so I didn't have to build one either, but Emperor Arangzeb wasn't quite so lucky. The page has small Taj replicas in theme parks in India and China, as well as a Lego version at Legoland Malaysia, which I looked up pictures for, and it's impressive. It looks like they made it to scale for the size of the Lego minifig people. Some mosques made the list. While not exact Taj replicas, you can see the clear and heavy inspiration on these partial copies. But one replica on the list stuck out to me the most, both because of its location and its description. The location was Sausalito, california, less than an hour from where I live in Oakland. The second interesting thing about this entry was the replica's title itself. It's listed as the Taj Mahal Houseboat, what Google calls it the Floating Taj Mahal. It's a houseboat that was built with distinct architecture inspired by the real Taj Mahal, but this is the replica that Bill Harlan decided to make 50 years ago. Okay, here we go. The kid from Kansas is about to talk houseboats. I never grew up around water or boats. Really, I didn't know much about houseboats certainly, so I ended up doing a little bit of research for this. Now, boat heads, don't worry, I'm one of you, now I got your back. So first of all, to be qualified as a houseboat it would need to have a motor and a means of navigation. The Taj and Sausalito doesn't have that. So technically it's a floating home, not a houseboat. But the terms have come to be used interchangeably a lot of the time, including during my research, and I may use them that way too. But to all you boat heads, just know that I know. So. Sausalito, california, has a sizable houseboat community. It dates back to just after World War II, when people moved up to the city just across the Golden Gate Bridge from San Francisco and found calm waters there in Richardson Bay, without any regulations or rent to pay. There were soon all manner of homes making up this houseboat community pretty much anything that floated would do. Then, during the late 60s, a man named Forbes Kitto decided to do a bit more. He devised a waterproof concrete mixture and a way to mold it into deep concrete holes as foundations for floating homes. Now it might seem odd to start a floating house with a thick, heavy concrete base, but it's durable. You can pour them to have enough depth to displace enough water to float them, and the heavy weight at the bottom allows you to build more significant and elaborate structures on top without worrying about the whole thing wanting to tip or flip over. Forbes made several of these holes to varying specifications, but two are far and away the most famous. One is a floating home called Forbes Island, which bounced around a bunch but spent many years anchored off a pier in San Francisco as a private restaurant run by Kitto himself, and the other one is the floating Taj Mahal. Forbes originally built the 360-ton hole for a Prentice, cobb hail, who had an idea to make like a kitschy space to entertain people. That would be Taj Mahal themed, but sort of really over the top, like if it was an attraction in Disneyland. They drew up plans and constructed the hull in 1968 and started building a wooden structure to go inside it in 1969. But eventually Hale had to abandon the project. That's where Bill Harlan stepped in. As I said before, harlan made his money in real estate before turning to follow his passions and become a vineyard owner. He followed his passions with the floating taj plans too, overhauling the ideas that Hale had drafted and wanting to make the structure less about a stereotypical aesthetic and more authentic instead. So in the 70s, harlan went to India on a research trip for five to six months where he studied mohall and moorish architecture, as well as studying the large houseboat communities that exist on the Dal Lake, in Kashmir, india and in Aberdeen, hong Kong. Armed with new knowledge and experiences, when Harlan returned, he set out to build the shell of the floating taj and incorporate everything he had learned on his travels. The structure he built is pretty spectacular and different from any other houseboat in existence. Some changes from the design of the real Taj Mahal, like scrapping a large central dome for two smaller domes closer to the sides, which are made of fiberglass, not marble, of course, were just practical decisions based on physics and buoyancy. When finished, the floating taj was three levels with 12 rooms making up 4500 square feet. There's an elevator, a staircase, a wine cellar, a spa and jacuzzi downstairs in the master bathroom, and much more. He designed the spaces and shapes to mimic the architecture he had studied, and the brilliant white floating taj became a fixture in Richardson Bay. He outfitted the windows and door portals with filigreed openings, meaning those little scallop shapes along the top of the pointed doorways, there are pillars inside a back patio that opens out into the bay, and the wooden exterior has that recognizable Pietradura design on certain panels, though this one is carved in the wood and painted instead of being precious gems in late and marble In the 80s. When they reworked the zoning regulations to better define what did and did not constitute a houseboat, many of the odd structures people had been living on were cleared out. A marina with spaces for houseboats was established and the births quickly got filled up, meaning everyone else would have to find another spot to live. The Taj got one of the births at the marina and it has been there ever since. After completing its construction, harlan lived there with his wife and son, who grew up inside the home, for 25 years. They sold it in 2007 to John and Rhonda Luongo, who updated and fixed up a lot of the structure and, curiously to me, painted the white houseboat a blue-green tinted top because of its lack of high contrast with the shades of the water. As a person who has tried to not stick out before in a place where I clearly stick out, no matter what, this seems like an odd choice to me. I mean, looking at pictures of the floating Taj. It's clear that it's going to totally stick out, no matter what color you paint it. The floating Taj has been sold a few more times since operating for a bit as a bed and breakfast and the last several years as a private residence. You can get glimpses of the spaces and the views inside from an Instagram account run by the current owners, which has the handle of at Taj Mahal Sausalito official, which will be in the show notes, and you can see pretty cool views of the floating Taj from these pictures. But my whole thing this episode was that pictures don't always tell the full story and this Taj replica is close enough. I could go there myself and see how good a job these pictures do at giving a sense of this Taj Mahal replica and how good the replica does at giving a sense of the real Taj Mahal in India. So one morning I packed up my recorder before dawn and headed out on a little quest. So I'm driving out to the houseboat and the plan is to check it out during the sunrise and see if it changes like the real Taj Mahal does. Spoiler alert, I don't expect it to, but let's see the sunrise anyway. The houseboat is moored in a marina, but just like a house on a public street, you can walk up to check it out. Just be respectful about it. Okay, so I've arrived in Sausalito. It's 5.40 in the morning. It's getting to be a little light out. I'm making my way to the dock to see this before the sun gets all the way up. I see it down at the end of the dock. The floating Taj is in silhouette, mostly gray. I can make out the features on it. It's not that dark, so the angle I'm at, it's like the marina is like a, it looks like a parking lot for boats, and so there are two spots here that are empty and I'm standing on the wooden walk out between them, which I can definitely feel the water waves and the movement up and down on, but I also feel like I'm the least in anyone's way because I'm between two empty spots. The sky is getting brighter. The floating Taj still seems the same color to me. Oh, my goodness, hello, I didn't realize. Right next to me, on the other pier, are a couple of seals. Hi guys, he's just up here on top, kind of like 10 feet away from me. Hi, there's one guy and then there's another one back there, I think Yep, on the edge. Hi Whoa. I have never seen a seal this close. He looks like a little dog. That's so crazy to me. So then I was sitting and watching the sunrise with my new friend. Google said sunrise would be at 555 and we're at 549 now. The skies are definitely lighter, but I don't see any direct sun yet. Hi, guy, are you here waiting for the sun too? Oh, he's falling asleep. Are you napping? He's falling asleep like my cat does in the window. I also love that the seal is here because it gives me sort of a plausible reason why I would just be sitting here in the same spot. That's not. I'm watching your house as it gets lighter, it feels. Unless you've heard the whole story, that feels very awkward to try to present as my reason for why I'm doing this. But the seal here gives me cover because I can be watching this little guy and watch him. I did. I cut the tape way down to make you not have to listen to the sunrise in real time, but also to remove about a million cutesy noises I made to the seal. It's 559, so we have officially passed sunrise time. The sky is, I mean, I don't see a sun in the air but the sky is reasonably light. I see clouds and stuff, a little bit of orange coming up over the pink's kind of gone. I'm seeing also now that it's lighter. The designs here that I thought were just cut out designs are really kind of like the Tosh. They look like they're inlaid with if not jewels, probably not jewels. They're probably inlaid with paint to make them the different colors. It's like a flower design with purple flowers and green leaves and stems. I bet those are just painted in there. Yeah, of course this was before I had learned the term Pietro Dura, but that's exactly what I'm trying to describe there. The color has not changed. On this, I think it's, first of all, it's not made of the same material at all and secondly, it's not really the same shade. It's a darker off-white and since it's painted and not the structure itself, it's going to absorb light in a different way than marble would. It's beautiful in the sunrise, though I guess sunrises are beautiful. I can see little bits of light through the paneling on the side. The edge of the sun is really picking up right next to the floating top and this is the first time it's hitting direct, direct sunlight and the bulb's still seeing to be the same off-white sort of color. The sun is now fully above the edge. I see the full circular shape at 614. Between this whole process, the floating tach just stayed the same color as my chunky boy over here done. It was a lot different between this floating tach Baha on the real one, of course, and seeing it didn't really give me any deja vu of India or anything. But I wasn't just here to watch the sunrise, I was also here to do one thing I could never do at the real tach. The sun is on. The floating tach is the same color and I'm going to go back to the car and get my painting stuff. Yeah, alright, be right back, chunky boy. Okay. Well, that was cool. My first sunrise in a while and I get to do it for this. I'm not bad. Got up at 4.30 on a Sunday when I didn't have to, but I'm not bad. So I loaded up my painting kit in the car and I had to switch to recording with my phone because I discovered my SD card was about to be full. So if you detected difference in the audio from before, that's why. And I painted for about two hours, which I've condensed down here to about 10 minutes. I'm walking back down, the tach appears to be the same color. I'm really curious if my chunky boy is still there. I hope he is. Hey, my chunky boy is still there. Hi, chonky. Now I'm going to sit on my jacket right across from this chunky boy. This is a much better angle to paint from. I'll spend all day with this seal, alright. So we're going to do some drawing and painting. Let's get out our drawing and painting stuff. Drawing and drawing is a pretty quiet deal. I'll try and talk some, but this might be like video games, where I'm better at doing than I am at doing and talking. Whoa, he just went right in. Where'd he go? My chunky boy is gone. He just up and went right in. I didn't even have a chance to take a picture. My phone is sitting by lap and I couldn't get that guy. But he is gone. Wow, I hope I got the sound of that. Alright. So I have a sketchbook here. I'm going to do a few thumbnails, get my bearings on the drawing before I start on the real thing. Everything is floating. Getting a solid perspective point is a little impossible, but let's see what it's up to. Everything is floating. Everything is floating. Where do I want that dome? Maybe I start with a place in the dome in my composition. Put everything else around and the right spots, right portion. Oh, there's a bicycle. I make that noise not because I hate bicycles, but everyone sees bicycles all the time. You kind of know in your head instinctively what a bicycle looks like or doesn't look like. So when you try and paint one or draw one and it's off, it really sticks out. Make some note of some other details to be sure to include on my painting. Okay, do some all-painting. Now I move on to my watercolor paper. Brushes, paints and water that's all I need. I miss my chunky boy. The next step is drawing it on the watercolor paper. This is one of the more crucial parts of the painting to make sure that all my proportions and shapes are the right sizes. Make sure this is riveting podcasting I'm listening to someone draw a watercolor. But I do enjoy doing this. It clears my head, kind of settles me down. Okay, maybe I start the painting here. I am painting Now. Talking about watercolor painting while you're, watercolor painting could be the most boring thing I've attempted, but to me, painting is a process where you're finding it the entire time. It's a non-stop discovery process. There's no point in a painting where I just go okay, well, this is autopilot for the rest, because as soon as I do that, or as soon as I've done that in the past, that's when it gets out of control. So what I want to do first is I want to lay in some sky. Here I see some sort of orangeish coming up on below. Now I don't want to just put yellow in with the blue sky, because that's going to give me a green. That I'm not looking for. What I am looking for is kind of this hazy orange and I'm letting the blue dry. At the runtime, the float entange itself. I think I have seen it as kind of a pale green. Let's put a little pale green in with that brown. So if I can just hold that kind of a wash, that'll keep the green from getting too strong and it'll give it sort of a tone over. Okay, let's move it through Like that. It's giving me the green I'm looking for. Something about watercolor painting is it attacks my perfectionism I have, especially when I was drawing with pencil on paper. I would have a real problem making myself latch onto how I wanted it to be exactly and giving no room for any deviation. And if I did deviate, accidentally or for whatever reason, I was completely beside myself and often just threw the thing away. So it's a conscious exercise for me as an adult to learn to let go and learn to live with mistakes. I like this green. I think I might need more of it later. I didn't always enjoy watercolor. I think there was a time when I associated it with elementary school, you know, because that's you know you get this little like pan of watercolors when you're a kid with like six or seven or eight, and that's what you consider watercolor this very pale, difficult to work with but easy to clean paints. I think a lot of people that's there where they stay with the idea of watercolor. They don't realize that oh yeah, it was garbage. Because it wasn't. Not because it was watercolor. It was. It was stuff built for little kids to handle, so it's going to be comparatively low quality and easy to clean. That makes a lot of sense. This is a complicated structure. Even though I'm sort of like, yeah, it's not the real touch, this is a complicated structure to paint. One of the other things about watercolors is that they dry lighter than they go on. So sometimes when you think you've done something terrible, you look back a few minutes later you know like it's not so bad, actually, that's fine, it's workable, it's very peaceful, you know it's a. For me anyway, it's meditative quiet. I think it's getting to a point where the details I'm seeing now that I feel like I was like oh, I missed that. It's because the light is getting more intense so I'm able to see more details. It's not that I missed it earlier, it's that I weren't visible when I was working that part of the painting before. And I think we're getting to the part where the light is changing the building so much that I should probably finish up and call it and I dry enough to put some dark darks up front. And then it is. Let's see what it does. I've managed to not drop anything in the water yet, which is good. Just as I say that I drop a piece of, it's not super important, but just as I said that I dropped a piece of this brush the thing that holds it and keeps it pointy or protected inside the tube I dropped that and it went right into the water and sank right down. That's gone, all right. I think my painting is dry now so I can pack it up. That was pretty fun. I should, actually I should come out. I should do this more of weekend, get up early and sort of come out and paint. That is a spectacular way to spend the morning for me. Final view of the floating Taj Mahal here in the sunlight the cool building. Even though it's not as cool as the regular Taj Mahal, that is still a really cool building. It takes lots of trial, and error after error after error, to paint a good likeness of something. Part of the challenge is getting the colors, perspective and proportions right, of course, but it's also to capture the essence of the thing and to have that come through the painting in some way as well. Photographs depict perspective and proportions pretty perfectly, but at least with the Van Gogh painting and with the Taj Mahal they don't really do the part about capturing the essence well, in the end, this replica of the Taj Mahal, the floating Taj Mahal houseboat, wasn't at all like seeing the real Taj. It didn't have the same feeling, the same energy that made the real Taj so astounding. So in that sense, as a replica it doesn't really compare to seeing the real thing. But that's kind of where the story started too. The floating Taj wasn't a good representation of the real building, but none of the hundreds of photos I'd seen if it were either. The Taj Mahal is one of a kind, it's one of the wonders of the world. For a reason, a photograph may feel like it does the job and it does to an extent, but in reality the original building is like some paintings, like some places in nature, one of those things that can be copied but never quite perfectly, things that defy depiction, that resist replication. Strangely, the floating Taj did remind me of my time with the real one, as did all the honeymoon pictures from the Taj Mahal that I went back through for this piece. And I think the difference is having already had the experience in person before. When you haven't seen the genuine artifact, I do think a photo just leaves out so much. But if it's already something you've experienced, then a picture or replica, while not showing others what the real thing is like, can trigger in you memories of that real thing and let you swim around a bit in the feelings and thoughts you had at the time. Does that make sense? Pictures of a thing before seeing it, I think, sometimes blunt that experience or are a poor replica of it. But pictures of one of these things that you've seen in reality can bring back the vivid memories of it and revitalize those experiences in your mind. Now I'm not urging everyone to just book passage to India and go see the Taj Mahal for themselves, far from it. There need to be that one at all. These spots are around, big ones, small ones, just things you encounter that you know no picture could do justice, things that you realize in the moment. You have to be there to really appreciate. I think most people come up on a few over the course of a life and a few people are lucky enough to have several of these More if you go out chasing them. But I think everybody gets the chance to see some, as long as your eyes are open and you're open to looking for them. Then after, you can revisit those memories from time to time, wipe the dust off the surfaces and clean the cobwebs out of the corners, keep the colors from fading. I mean, that's a little bit of what I do here with this whole podcast Attempt to sort of describe and revisit things from my past that I don't want to lose, while I try to connect them with something in the present. The gift I hadn't expected this episode to give me was the quiet morning of painting and watching the sunrise by myself Well, along with my new Chunky Boy seal friend, of course. I think that may have been the first sunrise I've seen since that morning in India. It seems crazy, but I had really forgotten how magnificent of a sight it can be. And with that sunrise on, the Taj Mahal becomes the next entry into the Perfectoria, the index of perfect things. You can visit it at the new online home for the Perfect Show, perfectshowpodcastcom. A direct link to the Perfectorium is at PerfectShowPodcastcom slash Perfectorium, which is spelled P-E-R-F-E-C-T-O-R-I-U-M. Special thanks to Trappy808, who did most of the music I used in this episode. You can find the info for all the other artists and music credits for everybody in the show notes and on this episode's webpage. You'll also find some pictures there I took of the Taj and other things in India that I talked about here. There will be a scan of the painting I made so you can check that out, along with photos I took of the floating Taj, the Chunky Boy and a little video that shows off both of them a little bit. Contact the show through PerfectShowShowcom. Contact on Twitter, youtube or Instagram to the name PerfectShowShow and our call-in number is 616PerfectZ, that's 616-737-3329. This episode was recorded and mixed in South Lake Tahoe, california, while my wife and kid are out at a pool. They're great outside. 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