Old House in Chongqing.
lies the spectacular.
The Chinese seem to have a propensity to convert anything they revere into deities with temples and incense.
I am not sure if this is a statue of a Tao god or a Buddhist god
- I think the former, but the part I remember was that this grand house, hemmed in now by high-rise,
was once owned by a 'foreigner' i.e. foreign to Chongqing, although still Han Chinese, and was a successful merchant who gave succour to his fellow immigrants in the form of charitable donations of rice and grain when they starved,
and while in the west Shakespeare was inventing words for plays, so too were Chinese men inventing plays of their own, and performing them here in silken gown
on this stage across the quadrangle.
And this merchant, like all merchants, swung lanterns from balconies
had quiet alcoves and hidden places
and worshipped the lion for fertility and wealth and luck
but most of all adored the youngest son of the dragon, Pixiu, for his constipation - and desired that just like him
much money would come in, but little would come out.