that delicate looking mosque
in the distance a replica of
taj mahal
We were dining on a hill restaurant that overlooks the fields in Rantepao, the capital city of Tana Toraja. It is operated by an Toraja woman who has a German husband. In the distance over the field looms the shapely carved white domes of a delicate looking mosque. So serenely the white mosque sits, I could not hold our eyes away from it when we had our lunch. I took a lot of pictures of the mosque as if it is the Taj Maha.
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