Walking around in the summer warmth of the famous
Forbidden City, taking
photographs of the red buildings, I feel the elation of a first meeting with someone beautiful. Forbidden City is a fling, however, as I doubt I could live in Běijīng knowing that the sky is not misty but
smoggy.
There are surprisingly few people in Forbidden City in the early morning as we work our way south to
Tiān'ānmén Square. The crowds arrive later and travel north. We hear Spanish in the gift shop and chat with a traveler from Spain.
After Forbidden City, Tiān'ānmén Square, and a disappointing lunch, jet lag lures us into a nap before a Peking Roast Duck dinner at
Quanjude. A friend of a friend who is in Běijīng working for Microsoft meets us. The duck there is delicious.
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