Toward the Emperor's Garden in the Forbidden City.
Bamboo growing like along the Crescent Trail in Bethesda.
Jola, Yawen and I stop to chat and laugh in a teahouse. Stay as long as you want.
The teahouse ceiling. Gaze as long as you want.
In Beijing, with its 19 million inhabitants, walls demark the old hutongs, the neighborhoods where the people have lived (many of the hutongs razed for the Olympics and new highrise development). In the Forbidden City, walls enclose...what? Everything belonged to the emperor.
In India, this elephant might be Ganesha. I don't know his or her name in China.
An isolated retreat high atop the rocks.
Outside the Forbidden City, traffic rushes by.
This is Jolanta's and my first day in Beijing. Here's where we had our first lunch, vegetables, noodles, beef, tea, yum. Ms. Lin, Yawen, is ever on the phone, making arrangements.
The Performing Arts Center in Bejing, called the Egg by the Chinese.
The Performing Arts Center was designed by French architect Jean Andreu.
Jola and Yawen. We heard Erich Kunzel of the Cincinnati Pops Orchestra conduct the China National Opera House Symphony Orchestra and its Children's Chorus -- wonderful!
No cameras in the performance, but when I retrieved mine, the young man said, "Please, go back in to take photos." It is a beautiful building in and out.
Beijing at night.
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