Sweeping bamboos over the ticket line. For some reason, I just thought this picture oddly charming.
A grassy little path leading up to a half-hidden pavilion. Not one of the more famous sight here but again the picture really captures a moment and a memory for me.
The cliche typical view of Yellow Crane Tower. Rebuilt in the Qing dynasty, but on the same site as the old Yellow Crane Tower, celebrated because of a farewell poem written by the great Tang poet Li Bo:
"At Yellow Crane Tower, Seeing off Meng Haoran on his Way to Guangling"
My old friend is heading west
we part at Yellow Crane Tower.
In the mist and flowers of the third month,
he goes down to Yangzhou.
His lonely sail just a shadow in the distance,
Then disappearing in the blue void,
And I see only the Yangzi
Flowing to the edge of heaven.
(Translation is mine, but rough and impromptu.)
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