18 - 9. THE DRUM TOWER

Green Car was left parked in the narrow street by the hotel. We took a taxi to a restaurant where we had a delicious Schezhuan lunch with Simon from Denmark and his Chinese wife. Afterwards we took a slow walk enjoying our first Beijing sunshine to a shop where Simon sold postcard-copies of old China-photos. We were in a tourist-area close to the tall Drum Tower from where the drummers since the 15th century have signaled night-fall and the closing of the city-gates. From the Drum Tower we walked homewards through the Forbidden City until it got dark and our feet were worn down.

Nina