It was a noisy, aggressive city full of rip-off merchants and unfriendly natives. Agra had been a tourist destination for too long, and the locals saw every visitor as a candidate for fleecing. We stayed only long enough to view the main attraction, then departed swiftly on the overnight train to Benares. But not before the damage had been done. Liana was touched-up no less than three times during our twenty-four-hour stay in this miserable excuse for a city, and on the third occasion she lost her temper so completely, with such vehemence, that I felt sure she was going to attack physically the greasy, pathetic little man who had violated her. I don’t believe I’ve ever seen anyone so angry and upset, and for several hours after the incident, Liana was still visibly shaken. I tried my best to calm her down, commiserating with her over the offence whilst at the same time trying to keep the whole thing in perspective, but Liana was having none of it; she was furious, and wanted to remain that way.
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