We spent a portion of our time in Delhi staying in the Haus Khaz neighborhood. We stayed in a fun boutique bed-and-breakfast, fairly near a hip up-and-coming patch of restaurants and art galleries. Just beyond the hip art galleries, a park opens up, beginning with these ruins. There's no entrance fee, no gate, and precious little interpretive information, but it turns out to be the tomb of a Sultan who died in 1388. We don't have a lot of truly old stuff in America. But even in Europe, it's unlikely that the neighborhood kids would be playing cricket on a six-hundred-year-old cultural site. Or even soccer.
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I loved this about India. You could turn a corner and be in a description from Kipling's book, and yet the modern world was represented there too in just a way.
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