Purple Mountain

Purple Mountain, called so because of the mysterious purple clouds that envelope it at dawn and dusk, is the resting place of Dr. Sun Yet'sun, considered to be the "Father of modern China". The Mausoleum was blissfully cool after the blistering hot climb. The 397 steps up took longer than normal due to the number of Chinese "tourists" who wanted pictures of/with Miranda.

Miranda's nightgown was only 15 yuan (3.oo CAD) here. I won't tell you that I paid 55 yuan (11.oo CAD) at the Confucius Temple... Of course we had to buy another one!

In fact, we outfitted the entire family in silk pajamas.

Supper was at a restaurant that had no English-speaking waiters and the menu had few poor-quality pictures. What to do? Why, the cell phone translator service was again utilized. The food was mediocore. The kids had fun playing with their shrimp, which came with beady little eyes. But they couldn't eat them.

We watched the fountains at the University for a while, but the kids were anxious to get into their jammies.