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April 2023, a reception desk long enough to land aircraft on: the ballroom where the Chairman danced, breakfast alone under the chandeliers, Tiananmen in haze with a lamp post that grew cameras instead of leaves. I rented Ming silk at the Forbidden City and learned what a costume teaches about posture. The Wall got its debt paid in May, in green.

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2023

Me in a Huangshan t-shirt on the Great Wall, watchtowers on the green ridges behind.
 

The Wall, at Last

· The debt from week one gets paid: the Great Wall in May green, and a souvenir shirt earning its keep.

Me walking under the umbrella-shaped lamps on the hotel's curved night drive, floodlit pines beside.
 

Lanterns at the Drive

· Last night in Beijing under the porte cochere: a row of glowing umbrellas and a goodbye to the overture.

Me in pink and blue Qing costume with peony headdress, walking toward the camera, street blurred.
 

Passing Dynasty II: Head On

· The frontal frame: no glasses, no makeup, freckles under the peonies, and a face refusing to act.

Me in a light blue embroidered Qing robe on a blue share bike past a blurred hutong wall.
 

Passing Dynasty I: The Bicycle

· Qing silk on a share bike, a hutong smeared into speed lines, and the century collapse Beijing does daily.

Me in rented cream and green Ming hanfu, gold hair ornaments and silk fan, at a Forbidden City balustrade.
 

Borrowed Dynasty

· An hour in rented Ming silk at the Forbidden City, and what a costume teaches about posture and centuries.

Me from behind at a golden barrier on hazy Tiananmen Square, red flags and the mausoleum beyond.
 

The Square at Nine

· Tiananmen in haze: flags, the mausoleum queue, and a lamp post that grew cameras instead of leaves.

Me in a black robe, bare shoulder, alone at a white-clothed table in the vaulted dining hall.
 

Breakfast in the Ballroom

· Alone under the chandeliers at seven, a slipped strap, and the parquet where the era practiced its steps.

Me alone at night on the Beijing Hotel steps under the red neon.
 

The Facade at Night

· Sitting on the steps after closing time with the neon overhead, watching Chang'an go quiet.

Me on the front steps of the Beijing Hotel with a folded map, looking up at the facade.
 

The Hotel Where They Danced

· The Beijing Hotel by daylight: three buildings, one century, and a ballroom where the Chairman took his turns.

Me, tired, selfie with backpack at the long wooden reception counter of a Beijing hotel lobby.
 

Checking In off Chang'an

· Four days of trains, one extravagant decision, and a reception desk long enough to land aircraft on.

Me exhausted on the hotel bed in my underwear, backpack on the carpet, looking at the Forbidden City roofs.
 

The West Window

· Ask for a west room, high up: the bed, the last of the trains in my bones, and the Forbidden City below the sill.

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