The city reaches as far as your imagination; so big
that you cannot find the end, from the inside. It
seems to go on forever; today the groups of Chinese
and a few foreign tourists replace the ancient
occupants, but there is room for them all, and more.
And yet outside these city walls, this city within a city,
Beijing spreads out out out, and all is covered in a
blanket of hot, yellow haze.
Peep through the doors and windows
at another world, and another, and another...
red blue green gold
The garden where the stone appears to be growing; an
ancient, tranquil plant, undisturbed by breeze or
Roofs are art
Decorated indoors and out... even the light
And it's quiet, despite all the tourists;
we float on the humid air