Prince Gong’s Mansion, Beijing: A Qing-Era Garden Estate
I still remember the moment I stepped through the first gate of Prince Gong’s Mansion and the noise of Beijing seemed to switch off. One second I was on a…
I still remember the moment I stepped through the first gate of Prince Gong’s Mansion and the noise of Beijing seemed to switch off. One second I was on a…
Standing on the east side of Tiananmen Square, the National Museum of China is the kind of place that humbles you the moment you walk in. I had been to…
When I first wandered down to the water’s edge in Macau, China, I wasn’t expecting a temple to change the way I understood an entire city. But A-Ma Temple (妈阁庙)…
I still remember the first time I stepped through the gates of Chimelong Tourist Resort in Guangzhou. It was a sticky summer morning, my nephew tugging at my sleeve, and…
The first time I climbed the stone path up Mount Gephel, I heard the monastery before I saw it — a low murmur of chanting drifting down the slope, punctuated…
I still remember the first time I stepped off the bus in Dali and saw them. It was a soft, grey morning, the kind where the Cangshan range disappears into…
Wind-eroded Yardang rock formations at Ghost City near Urho, Karamay I almost skipped Ghost City. On my first road trip through Xinjiang, China, I had Turpan’s flames and Kashgar’s old…
I still remember the first time I stepped off the bus in Zhaoxing Dong Village. The narrow stone lane opened suddenly into a bowl-shaped valley, and there it was —…
I had seen photographs of Wulong Tiankeng before I ever set foot in Chongqing, and I told myself they had to be edited. No natural sinkhole could possibly swallow a…
When I first climbed the short slope toward Jiming Temple (鸡鸣寺) on a cool spring morning, I expected a quiet hilltop shrine. What I found instead was a living, breathing…