Another day, another temple

As you can imagine, Chengdu First Ringroad is a pretty busy street full of cars and car horns, scooters and suicidal pedestrians slipping between, shouting a lot. All the more weird then, to step through the gate of the Qingyang Gong temple and find that you leave all that behind; not spiritually (you know me better than that) but literally!

Each of the other shrines, in clouds of sweet incense, harbours more gargantuan deities, gold and colourful with eye popping expressions. And all around are trees as golden, at this time of year, as the gods themselves.
I find myself warming to the Chinese approach to restoration now too. Thinking about it, you keep your home in good nick by constant repair and replacement; and that, really, is what's happening not only here but in Beijing too, where the Forbidden City is undergoing a fifteen or twenty year overhaul project. Where the village of Huanaglong Xi just felt wrong a few weeks ago, contrived and downright plasticky, this one felt right - possibly because the entire ambience of the place has been preserved along with the wood and the paint and the tiles.
Next week I'll be off to a wholly different kind of temple. A huge structure with bright colours - mostly blue and yellow - it's a brand new one dedicated to sheer consumerism. And its name is Ikea China.

1 Comments:
Hey Pat,
I've been following your blog for some months now and am captivated (jealous)by your writing skills. You have such natural talent in this field. You can take a mean photo too!
It's great to see someone following their dreams, and despite protests to the contrary, I believe that you are a spiritual soul and I tip my hat to you, Pat.
I've been meaning to leave a comment sooner, but had difficulty doing so each time I tried???
My very best wishes to you, Pat,
From Danny (ex cleaner at Cravens)
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