Before I go home, there is one last thing I have to do. I bought on a market a beautiful kite that looks just like a Tussar, the wild silk moths. I go to the 9th floor of the hotel to make it fly. There isn’t much wind in Hangzhou, but a small breathe makes him lift off above the city.
Tales from Hangzhou and the place underneath the Heavens.
Notes from a travel to HangZhou with Macclesfield Historian Dorothy Bentley Smith (a-n Travel Bursary)
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