Unfortunately the real concern that I had known about, but majorly underestimated, was the air quality. Holy cow, is there a pollution problem in Northern India! You hear about places like Beijing and think to yourself, there’s not enough face masks in the world to get me to expose my child to that. But then you get to Delhi – a place that feels like an old nightclub fog machine has been turned on and then left on for about a decade. Even Agra had such a high level of smog it makes you suspicious that any crystal clear blue-skied pictures of the Taj Mahal must have been retouched by the Victoria’s Secret Photoshop team. Did we get the black lung from Delhi? Hopefully not, but we were slightly coughing and judging ourselves for this poor parenting moment. That being said, Jaipur was noticeably cleaner and I felt like less of a bad mom during our stay in the pink city.