Still cannot quite believe that I am in Beijing: and have been here for a whole afternoon already. First impression is extremely vague, tall buildings, many many cars, big specialty shopping complexes, not a lot of pedestrians.
My gracious guide Li Xiaocui shared with me much of her aspiration for bringing Chinese literature and art to the U.S. and took me for a fabulous inner Mongolian meal.
Personal murals interspersed with the official pictorial reminders of community morals.
Watching a variety show: amateur performers from the North East provinces reenact a local heroic legend of young women fighting against the Japanese aggressors.
Kind of dig this concept: each group or individual performer has to pass multiple stages of the challenges: from their personal specialty to their hometown’s famed performance numbers.