Elephant Cave Park, Guilin (part 1)
and then someone else extend a patch of bank she'd claimed, carefully tilling the soil, surprisingly black and apparently fertile
and I remember too an old woman seriously and slowly working out on some adult-sized pieces of gym kit, arranged on a small playground.
Then into a park that led to a hill
and an old pagoda
with a view over the river Li and part of the 'small town' of Guilin
and a cave.
Then down again, not really believing I was there
past a series of cafe tables with an overbearing shelter,
a shrine to one god
and then another
a summerhouse (or maybe small pagoda)
until, at last, the elephant cave, a trunk sweeping floor, bewitched into stillness.