Another wonderful day in Nanjing! Yesterday we caught up with Hanna to grab some spicy Xi'an hand-cut noodles for lunch.
I got an egg on mine.
Then we jumped on the train to ‘Fashion Lady,’ a dizzying neon underground shopping center.
Popular fashion in China has a much stronger emphasis on flash, invoking gems, studs, fur, and chinglish to help the wearer stand out from the crowd.
This afternoon we took the subway to Purple Mountain, Nanjing’s main draw. Spreading out East of Xuanwu lake, Purple Mountain is dotted with Ming-era Mausoleums, Buddhist temples, and, of course, the tomb of Sun Yat-Sen.
This little guy was excited to visit the remains of Dr. Sun, father of modern China. Sun Yat-sen enjoys the rare status of being revered by both the Communists and Nationalists alike, as he led the Chinese in the overthrow of the last Qing dynasty.
Ascending Sun Yat-sen’s tomb affords a breathtaking view of distant downtown Nanjing through the mid-afternoon pollution.
And who could pass up some tchotchkes to commemorate your trip to the tomb of the scourge of the Qing dynasty? Sun Yat-sen playing cards? Little plastic statues of the good doctor? Fans with the Three Principles of the People written on them? No?
Some things in China never change.
After our sightseeing we ventured out to find some lunch, and came across this guy making spicy fried egg and ham… things. I quickly ordered one.
As we waited for him to cook mine up, we stood by and watched the people of China rush about their business, happily free from the moors of Qing rule.
Then I ate my fried egg thing. It was as delicious as it looks!