Jan 7 2013 | 2 Comments
BEIJING – I HAVE FORGOTTEN WHAT DAY IT IS
One gets to that point in a trip when everyone is ready to go home. Lucy said yesterday she misses New York. I think we have had enough duck and dumplings and not being understood. It’s fast traveling and the language does become an issue. It’s also not a warm fuzzy place; not that we search the world for warmth and fuzziness – but the time has come. Today is our last day. Yesterday by night fall we hit our own great wall.
But before that we went off in search for the kinder, gentler China…
We headed off to the Lama Temple which is the largest Buddhist Temple in Beijing. It sits in a neighborhood that has retained the old China. One finds Hutongs (the small alleyways) little shops and monks wandering about – the Asia I prefer to spend long periods of time in.
We had no intention of doing so but we wandered into a Chinese doctor’s office. She was amazingly accurate and all she did was look at our palms. Though she did tug on Taylor’s ears a few times.
FYI SOME OF THESE PHOTOS WERE TAKEN ON THE RUN. I WAS REPRIMANDED BY A MONK.
In keeping with the theme of the kindler, gentler Beijing we opted to follow the Luxe guide again and went for lunch to a place called Pure Lotus, “Stately, Dark, Ex-Monk Run, Temple Like Treat.”
Truly a memorable meal. Perhaps the most memorable of the trip. Camera was on the fritz, almost all of them seem to be, don’t know what is up. So pictures do not do it justice. But if you ever find yourself in this city, get thee to Pure Lotus. It was the perfect follow up to the Lama Temple.
Unable to continue our day of calm we headed off to the Pearl Market. I thought it was three floors of people selling pearls. It was one floor of pearl wholesalers and two gigantic floors of people selling all the things they make here that often end up being sold on American streets.
The pearl floor was interesting. I’m not a big pearl person. I don’t think after a certain age they are that flattering. Though Glenn kept wanting to buy me a strand of them. It was very sweet but I refused. I tried on pink ones..No. I tried on black ones…to somber…white were too grandma like. So we passed on the pearls.
The other floors were beyond chaotic. You name it, if it says made in China( no cars) but everything else, it was being hawked. They had guards all around so taking photos was really tough. The girls had a great time. I was trying to keep my zen.
We ended up back at the hotel. We could not face another night out or even another meal. We all hit the wall.
At nine-fifteen Lucy called and said she was going to sleep. By then we were already in bed. Today is our last day. We’re going back to see if we can’t find Mao.