‘[From] the entrance...'
…they made their way across the grassy base to the steps up to the citadel, past the first ruins…’
‘…and along the Grand Portico.’
‘…old granite walls, splendid and still powerful in their decaying glory.’
‘…hundreds of steps that led to the top of the hill.’
‘As if the hill upon which they stood had thrown them up in some cataclysmic collision of wills.’
‘Dominating the tableau like jet on a pebble beach stood the Qutab Shahi Tombs, each the domed mausoleum of some ancient Islamic noble.’
‘As they climbed, they explored the citadel…’
‘…the twelve-arched Durbar Hall.’
‘… a party of noisy school children had arrived, clad in crisp green and white uniforms, the little girls with their hair in identical bunches.’ 
‘…started off slowly down the hill, taking a different route via the harem palaces.’
‘ Little was left to testify to their former magnificence except the huge façade that now provided perching places for small green parakeets.’
Photos and Text © Irene Black
