making dumplings
Cowboy dumplings
It is the week of the national holiday here, Michael and I decided to visit the national art gallery near Tiananmen square. I was there a few days ago and saw the Beijing international design show there and wanted him to see it as well. However when we arrived there were hundred of thousands of Chinese all came for the same reason. It seems the city has it all prepared for the mass of people, there were hundred of soldiers directing traffic. The main roads were all closed, many portable toilets line up on both side of the road.
It was a beautiful day, the sun was out and sky was blue which is rare in Beijing. Many carried the small national flag I seen the street sellers offer for sale. Some even had their face painted with a miniature flag. The hot sun was too much for Michael’s pale skin, luckily a street seller also hats for sale and the only one large enough for him and give him protection was a white cowboy hat! Soon after, a man approach Michael and asked if he could have his picture taken with him.
The line up was for the national gallery so huge and we figure it will not possible to get in today. Michael took me to this park nearby he knew instead. After walking around and took some photos we decided to break for some lunch. We stopped in front of a dumpling restaurant called “Cowboy dumpling” What a perfect place for lunch! As it turns out the cowboy dumpling was started from one of the Emperor’s relatives and his name was cowboy or brother cow. His dumplings was made with the secret recipe from the palace. I was quite proud of my newly learnt Mandarin and able to order our lunch with. While waiting for our food, three American men came in and seem lost with the all Chinese menu, I got up and explain to them what was on the menu and helped them to order. From our table I could see two women behind glass was making our dumplings. When it arrive at our table, it was the best dumpling we had so far in Beijing. We went back to the beautiful park after lunch, Michael pull out his sketch book and started to sketch the pavilions around him. I just took out my camera try to capture the people and architecture. Another day of life in the of 22 millions.
making dumplings
Cowboy dumplings
It is the week of the national holiday here, Michael and I decided to visit the national art gallery near Tiananmen square. I was there a few days ago and saw the Beijing international design show there and wanted him to see it as well. However when we arrived there were hundred of thousands of Chinese all came for the same reason. It seems the city has it all prepared for the mass of people, there were hundred of soldiers directing traffic. The main roads were all closed, many portable toilets line up on both side of the road.
It was a beautiful day, the sun was out and sky was blue which is rare in Beijing. Many carried the small national flag I seen the street sellers offer for sale. Some even had their face painted with a miniature flag. The hot sun was too much for Michael’s pale skin, luckily a street seller also hats for sale and the only one large enough for him and give him protection was a white cowboy hat! Soon after, a man approach Michael and asked if he could have his picture taken with him.
The line up was for the national gallery so huge and we figure it will not possible to get in today. Michael took me to this park nearby he knew instead. After walking around and took some photos we decided to break for some lunch. We stopped in front of a dumpling restaurant called “Cowboy dumpling” What a perfect place for lunch! As it turns out the cowboy dumpling was started from one of the Emperor’s relatives and his name was cowboy or brother cow. His dumplings was made with the secret recipe from the palace. I was quite proud of my newly learnt Mandarin and able to order our lunch with. While waiting for our food, three American men came in and seem lost with the all Chinese menu, I got up and explain to them what was on the menu and helped them to order. From our table I could see two women behind glass was making our dumplings. When it arrive at our table, it was the best dumpling we had so far in Beijing. We went back to the beautiful park after lunch, Michael pull out his sketch book and started to sketch the pavilions around him. I just took out my camera try to capture the people and architecture. Another day of life in the of 22 millions.