Here's Bea a few days ago--smiling away, even though she has a cold and is teething like crazy...
She really enjoys "floor time" with her BaBa (these pictures are taken in our swank hotel room in Guangzhou).
This is the view from our hotel room in Nanchang. The other side of the hotel faces the Gan River. If you look closely, you can see that many of the roofs are pieced together from various found items, such as empty rice bags, plastic grocery bags, concrete paving stones from the street and so on... All I could thing of was: earthquake.
One of the streets on the way to Teng Wang Pavilion. I don't remember why the street is so deserted. Typically, that is not the case at all. Normally there is a great deal of traffic and horns blaring all night. Traffic rules seem to be interpreted as traffic "suggestions" in Nanchang--much more so than in Guangzhou and Beijing. It is actually terrifying to be a pedestrian and try to cross the street. People on bicycles and scooters were in there jockeying for position with cars and trucks. We didn't dare take a cab, and even in the tour bus that carted us around most of the time, we all thought our seconds were numbered. Grown men screamed like little girls.
Teng Wang Pavilion in the background-- the buildings on the surface streets close to the pavilion had some beautiful, traditional architectural details.
A closer view...
The front entry of the main building. Inside, there is a sculpted marble relief of Wang Bo, who wrote some famous poetry about the pavilion in 675 AD. The pavilion was originally built in 653 AD (and it has been rebuilt many times since).
The top floor was a mezzanine with a stage on the back wall. Every half hour there is a performance in which women in tradition garb play tradition instruments, sing, and play bells. This is a really bad picture, but it is the best of all that I took...Hopefully, it gives you an idea of what it looked like.
Two sides of the mezzanine had brilliantly colored tile walls.
This is what the ceiling on each of the five floors looked like. I can see why Victorians went crazy for this kind of decor-- it is really lush. At the bottom of the picture, are the intricately carved doors/windows that surrond the top floors and open to balconies.
This was at the center of the top floor-- the picture doesn't do it justice.
This is the view from one of the aforementioned balconies overlooking the river. In the distance there were junks, and across the river there is a giant ferris wheel/amusement park and the modern portion of the city, with high rises and so on. All but the junks were obscured by the fog.
There was a garden on the grounds as well-- this is one of the buldings within the garden. It was amazingly beautiful and serene. Also, it was the only place in the city that I saw any birds that weren't being sold in the market for chow.
After Teng Wang, back into the harsh reality of the staggering, gut wrenching poverty in Nanchang. Look closely at the load this man is carrying. This was not an uncommon sight.
More of what Nanchang looks like once off of the crowded arterial streets. Can you see the underpants hanging from every possible place? Street signs were covered in skivvies.
At the Jianxi airport on our way to Guangzhou/Canton-- a high school fencing team with dreams of the next Olympics. They were so sweet to the babies-- everybody was. I found this to be true in every city we have visited. Guys in suits rushing off for work, bell boys, store clerks would all stop to make faces and coo at the babies.

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