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Another symbol of the city, unfortunately, is the stifling air pollution, which is even more concentrated in the winter mornings. Looking through the haze, it was easy to impart an ethereal beauty to the ramparts and turrets as the morning sun struggled to break through. It was a bit more difficult, however, to ignore that nagging little interior voice wondering about just what the heck it is you are breathing into your lungs. |
Once inside (through the "Lahore Gate,"
no less), guests were immediately confronted with a machine gun pointed
straight at them. The little guard shack pictured above is facing directly
towards the entrance. Nice welcome, but I guess they don't want any trouble.
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Leaving the Red Fort, I passed an ever-increasing
mob of people entering, and was glad to have had the chance to wander in
relative solitude.
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Across the street is the imposing facade of the Digambara Jain temple and bird hospital, my next destination of the morning. |
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