" Take care of all your memories, for you cannot relive them".
Bob Dylan
The long awaited circuit journey to the State of Rajasthan didn't exactly start the way I had expected it to, as I had to buy another airplane ticket to Paris (where we would be flying from) because the European strike menaced to disrupt the flights the same day I was supposed to leave Portugal associated to the fact that the ticket I had initially bought for that particular date had restrictions of its own, which did not contemplate any changing date.
From then on everything went as according to plan. Following the long flying hours that took us via Zurich and further on to Delhi we finally met our potential circuit companions at the International New Delhi airport lounge and still not quite recovered nor fully awake from the tiring journey headed towards the Jama Masjid , the greatest Mosque in India.
Commissioned by the Mughal Emperor Shah Jahan and built in the year 1650 AD, though only completed six years later it has three great Gates, two Towers and two red stone and marble minarets, all of which rather impressive.
Equally impressive was the number of worshipping families, many of which were just walking around the huge courtyard. The flowery dress most foreigners were asked to put on though not as flamboyant as the clothes worn by the Indian ladies added nevertheless a touch of colour to the whole brick sandy coloured ensemble.
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