Last time, we had a serious, meaningful chat about the power behind history–the way it helps clear up our present world and understand one another.
Great stuff. But this is a blog! not a dissertation.
Let’s kick back the way the emperors in China used to and head to their summer getaway known as, yep, The Summer Palace, one of Beijing’s tourist hot-spots. I had a nice time walking around; you’ll have a nice time reading about it.
I got there with the fine Beijing subway and entered the grounds not sure what to expect. I walked in, saw all the old buildings, the vendors, and the people. I took a right, down a quieter route along the outside of this building:
Along a stone walkway spotted with trees a pond appeared. Others were there enjoying it:
They were looking off toward this nice view:
Meanwhile, I was looking down along with this boy:
These bright orange goldies really glowed in this grey pond. On a grey day overall, they were like little suns lighting up the world from the ground up. Their orbit was random yet graceful, several little suns gliding as one around the docks.
On the other side of the pond, a river broke free. I followed it. It wasn’t palatial but it definitely felt like a getaway. These must have ben some peaceful grounds to wander for the Chinese royalty.
Today, these guys are happy they can enjoy a relaxing afternoon away from the rest of busy Beijing:
Right, Ms. Li?:
The fishermen caught their humble-sized catch like they were sunnies, sticking their lines in the water, the bobbers dancing frequently. It was just a matter of setting the hook in the tiny mouths.
Well, this other solo fisherman used a small water bottle for a live well:
Later on, things got a little hectic in the river:
So I decided to get back to the proper tourist experience and join the crowds at the impressive buildings. I just had to walk a ways to get there:
Coming in through the “back door” I wound up at the large hilltop temple first. Here’s the impressive view looking out:
After looking out, I turned around and looked up:
Inside was a huge, many armed Buddhist statue. Unfortunately, they didnt allow pictures. But let your imagination run wild. God knows the statues creator did.
Finally, here was the view looking down:
Working my way down this neat stairwell, I found my way to the bottom:
At the bottom, one could walk around the quarters. Many of the structures were converted to little museums. Others were off-limits. Many were said to house gifts for the Empress from other countries including France and England. Vendors decorated the area where tourists enjoyed the lake-level view. Some took a ride on a boat. Others sat and relaxed:
Finally, I wandered around the lake and visited the old theater. It was a nicely built relic–thick hardwoods erecting a grand stage that required the presence of great performer to fill the void.
Indeed, they give performances on the stage, replicating the art from when the Emperor or Empress watched with their company of distinguished guests. They would arrive on man-pulled or man-carried carriages and enjoy:
These girls are just giving a show for tourists, yet I could really dig the unique frequency that Chinese art vibrates at. There’s a lot of depth to it, moving something within. It’s cool that many tourists come to enjoy this art being resurrected.
After this I took one last look:
And I left the imaginary world of royalty and peasants. (Boy, you could that again. My next stop that day was Walmart!)
to new plateaus,