Walking around, I think, is the best way to get to know a city, and Paris is the quintessential walking city. I arrived at my hotel in Paris on 2 July at around 7 in the evening. I put my bag down, got out my camera, and off I went. By 9:30 or so when this picture was taken, I had gotten something to eat, was thoroughly jet-lagged, and stumbling back to my hotel. The late daylight was disconcerting. Everywhere I went in France, it did not get dark until 10 or so in the evening. I suppose daylight savings time plus France being on the more or less western side of the Central Europe time zone makes for some late sunsets in high summer. I can’t say I like this. I prefer nightfall coming a bit earlier, even in the summer. Be that as it may, the soft, late sunlight on the buildings fronting Boulevard Saint Michel was spectacular. Enough to forget the jet-lag for a few more minutes.
Penang was one of the trading centers that made up the Straits Settlements, a British crown colony from 1826 to 1946. The Penang City Hall pictured here was built by the British in 1903 to serve as municipal offices for Penang. Today the building is home to the Penang Island City Council. The British, of course, are long gone.
The Pinang Peranakan Mansion, built towards the end of the 19th century, was the home to a very wealthy Chinese man and his extended family. Though the tour I took of the Mansion did not make this clear – the guide was full of information, or so it seemed, but next to impossible to understand – I presume the man made his fortune as a trader. Chinese trading networks built around families originally from Guangdong and Fujian in southern China have played an enormous role in the history of Southeast Asia. You certainly see their influence everywhere in Penang. In any case, the Mansion is now a museum housing a magnificent collection of traditional Chinese arts and crafts, from painting and jewelry to jade, porcelain, and embroidery. This is a photo of the beautifully carved wooden door panels that form the original entrance to the building.
Buddhist pagodas in Vietnam bear a resemblance to pagodas in China with one significant difference – the dragons decorating the roof tops. Virtually every pagoda in Vietnam has dragon decorations on the roof tops; they give Vietnamese pagodas their distinctive style. As far as I know, Buddhist temples elsewhere have nothing comparable. Late afternoon light on a crystal clear day has the roof top dragons at this small temple almost glowing. The Chinese characters say something like “golden hall of the ancestors”, but I am not sure of the Vietnamese name of this Da Nang pagoda.
A friend visiting from Thailand and I took a day trip to My Son, a UNESCO world heritage site about 80 km south of Da Nang. My Son was an important temple complex of the Champa Kingdom that existed in central and southern Vietnam from roughly 300 to 1700 CE. The Cham civilization was Indianized and the temples at My Son celebrate Hindu deities. For many years the Cham and the Vietnamese moving south from the area surrounding modern Hanoi contested the central part of what is now Vietnam. The Vietnamese eventually prevailed and the Champa Kingdom disappeared. The Cham people were assimilated into Vietnamese society, influencing the development of Vietnamese culture in the process. The temple pictured is one of a group of structures built in the 11th to 13th centuries CE.
Marble Mountain – a mass of marble and other rock jutting above the coastal plain just south of Da Nang. The place is a maze of steep paths, caves, and grottoes with Buddhist temples and shrines throughout. It is a very interesting place, worth another visit. But my legs are stiff today from all the climbing.