And the earthly paradise-Nepal recently in the USA (2)

PATAN (pago Tan)

A dream, wake up huangliang can already do eat for breakfast and lunch.

In a hurry, and valleys, there are so many places have to aspire to. Dubai square has three, I burdened in the midday sun go to circle hard choices. Go to the patan, since named the city of art, there are some wonderful belonging to other place could not have.

Open the door, there surprising.

If you take the Museum's terms, it can only call the playground; but walk through it and found relative to the streets of patan pattern, the NPM looked too founder and lack of affinity. Already heard about the famous Temple of "black days" (Krishna Mandir), personally stand is located in the Plaza in the center of the front of the temple, or feeling of admiration by the ancients distinguished art out of this condensation "Nepal miracle of architectural art." This is a completely built with stones, stones of the temple is not just used to support the brick, but is locally produced elaborately carved stone. It is said that the entire Temple no piece of wood inch nail, alone with the stones of their own mosaic completed this 20 small tower kiosk at high 5 storey tower building. I am at a loss for words of looked around the temple looked round of, the huge gilded Dome, in a rare moment colorful sky, pigeons under the blue sky was swept under groups. S very carefully took me, because I looked up his head and the lightness of praise issued, basically not notice the ground hang hole holes.

The square has many wooden structure of the temple, and China's ancient architecture, wooden structure representing the mainstream.

This is so that I always regret a place of classical architecture in China, the United States and the United States, painted beams, extremely fine feature works, but there is a general limitation, are wooden structures and wood itself of size and intensity are directly limit the size of the building. Compared to the West of stone buildings of the magnificent atmosphere and durability, we can save over things, it is too small.

Here everywhere is idle locals, eaves, a pier, the shade, the Palace of Wall-Street level, groups, chat, do nothing, eyes staring at Plaza bustling crowd.

Each corner or even people on the way to the car to have a sleeping dog, it is indecent shuixiang, limbs stretched it then to the middle of the road lay through the pedestrian and bicycle must be careful to bypass them. Reminds me of the bokhara roadside saw a dog, but slightly bending lying on the extremities, revealed a white belly. I and S consistent evaluation of this gesture was carnality. But I really wonder how live dog lying creep into this, so it's around the head, slowly towards to the point of view, it should put the eyes open a small slit, gave me a look after the disdain of then sleep.

The West has a sliding quite impressive walls, sliding in and out, turned out to be a museum.

The furnishings have faded impression, memory clear is that dark corridors, floor framing, the afternoon sun from meticulous pane through came in, a division of light and shadow in the Gallery of the ground in the world, there are couple sitting at the window low voices, we in the empty corridor walk in the quiet, breath in the Gallery, eaves, to away old feeling.

Outdoor, sunlight as if at the moment into the cloud, while the rain zhalei played has big big stars playing down.

We ran into the alongside a Department of the Museum in the green of the Woods is a petty bourgeoisie of Cafe, dark old desk with exquisite white porcelain plates and Red napkin, open environment filled with dotted with just enough light, I am lazy to lie on a long wooden chair, holding a camera East West photo of patting ceiling beams between hanging light yellow paper lamp, wall and the green bamboo, bamboo sparse on tumble of water droplets, S – empty hall room only two guests, he strikes the cigarettes, the waiter told in English, the sound and the sound of rain refreshment, it seems to emerge from the art. I have a moment, this is the alien? so warm feeling, so quiet stay.

Rain pounds Tuo faster, faster also received.

A moment of Kung Fu, is a little rain JI, yundantian high. Stepping on the invasion of translucent wet bricks, we turned into a square on the north side of a quiet lane. Here, the Golden Temple, Temple of scattered about in dwellings KUMBHESHWOR, there are also large and called the name of ancient temples, many see skins already dilapidated, but inside of incense and houses all behave, the way immortal have not been left out.

Golden Temple, Nepal is truly see gorgeous glories.

The temples are golden, every wall, every window, with a gold foil embossed, carve, temple roof hanging Golden tassels, Sun harsh, I this super rookie carrying the camera can't logging bad light, come back to take a look at the really dejected, each photo in the background are shining, magnificent also became looked. It seems that those who praise can only stay in memory, though it is so unreliable.

Both sides of the Temple have Brass Monkey, some small, endure squatting there eyes look of condensate Su hands holding something like the pineapple, the winding on dense, a ring of chains, shocking.

What kind of sin, to use this way to trespass? I stare it down, the heart is: the more sad and helpless. All the same, chains and body, it-in my grave to. Some of the things that always gone with the wind, I did not expect was time into chains, one layer with the heart. People still want in this vast world of dance, then heavy footsteps also strive to expand, a sparkling smile, pain and pleasure.