Where: Lama Temple, Beijing
Words: I didn't blog about this pretty temple, but I did manage to ride by it during just about every taxi ride we took all week. So it was constantly on my mind, if not in my pen.
Yonghe Gong: Lama Temple
I got out at the Lama Temple subway stop and wandered around confused for a while. It's very humbling to think of yourself as a seasoned traveler, then suddenly find yourself unable to read a map, translate street signs, or ask anyone for help.
Thank goodness for the discreet but handy sign I finally spotted:
Thank goodness for the discreet but handy sign I finally spotted:
The temple buildings are overwhelmed by incense, but the pathway leading up to them had some of the freshest, greenest air I breathed in Beijing.
I didn't stop to carve a seal, but apparently famous people do:
Given the serious volume of incense, I'm not sure how the monks (or the public) managed to obey this rule:
People kept coming up to these—not sure what to call them, wheels?—and spinning them for a while by hand. I figured luck must be involved, so I tried it also.
Lama Temple seems to have hired the same decorator as the Forbidden City:
There was a crowd of sullen German tourists just to the right of this tree. They were middle-aged and all wore identical outfits. I cropped somebody's fanny pack out the frame.
In the final building at the back of the complex, the emperor holds court.
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