

Agra, India
When I get up in the small hours of the morning, the streets are dark, almost empty and very cold. I only walk a little bit down the road from my hotel and then I'm at the gates of one of the seven wonders of the world: the Taj Mahal. I walk through a park littered with cold people and scruffy dogs. It's such a beautiful night; the moon is full, it's so quiet and there is a whiff of urine floating on the wind. A piece of garbage blows across the path, and the red...