|Chinese Zodiac in Newspaper|
|Buffalo on campus of University of the Arts|
|Mother daughter commode|
|Home: First Floor|
|Home first floor view|
|Riding "folding" bikes|
|Arthur on ferry|
|City from the river|
|Searching for clams|
|For Neelima: an ancient essential oil diffuser|
|This symbol means "don't."|
We caught a ferry across (the bikes cost the same as 5 people), checked out a private collection of impressive ancient (mostly religious) art. For Les’s daughter we took a picture of an ancient essential oil distributor. We spent some time by the waters edge watching crabs and a strange fish that can also walk and breathe air.
A woman waded in the low tide muck to collect clams, a dog with a Mohawk walked by, and we passed a service of Buddhists chanting. Arthur took us into a temple that instead of silence, shoes-off, cover the knees and shoulders kind of place, it was hot with activity: bowing with incense, lively conversation, putting away decorations, burning wishes in the fireplace and dense with offerings to be blessed by this goddess of the temple who will keep you and yours safe.
|Les at the Temple|
|Burn your wishes here|
|Dog with mohawk|
|Dentist advertisement with shark and mouth cover smile|
|Christopher at showing as Master of Ceremonies|
|The dance "Lanes" in progress|
|End of our danc|
|Beautiful river bank|
|Ku and Dancers rehears|
|Betel-nuts pose a problem|
|"I don't eat octopus"|
|Nephew of Arthur: Jou at the Palace Museum|
|Delicious tea with cream jello dessert|
April 17—Ming-Shen wrote notes that would help us while traveling: “I do not eat octopus!” one said; the address of each of the places written in Chinese helped to find the right transport to the Palace Museum. Again, public transport couldn’t have been clearer or cleaner. (You can’t spit betel-nut juice in the metro area.) People stood to offer Les a seat on the metro, and we got help from young people who noticed us with the map open. Taiwanese people are some of the most considerate and gentle people. We got to the museum and had them contact Arthur’s nephew, Jou. He got us some audio guides and brought us up to the most important treasures of Taiwan, then we promised to meet him for lunch. Carvings were most prominent, from basic ancient stone tools to fine jade pieces like the bok choy made of part green and part white-green jade. My favorite was a white sphere, carved with VERY intricate patterns, outside another sphere, and another for 14 layers. Each sphere spun independently inside the one bigger than it, and the whole thing was made out of one piece of ivory. My dad would have loved to see that! We continued to peek between the mobs of people visiting until noon, and hadn’t yet seen most of the galleries. Jou took us to the top floor teahouse with a lovely view. He ordered a beef noodle dish for us. Then more dishes kept coming! We saved room for a delicious tea gelatin and mango something with real gold threads in it for dessert. Jou was delightful and sent us on our way so I could be on time for teaching a contact class to 33 students at the University of the Arts.
I loved teaching the class; it turns out it could have been more challenging, I think. The students are eager and willing and reflective. At home, Ming-Shen made a delicious dinner and we all sat around the table telling stories.
|I taught a contact improvisation class at the University|
|Airport "green" wall, lush with plants|