EARLIER THIS WEEK we went to Sujzhou, a way away from Ole Shanghai, where we were treated to the story of the damaged tiger but didn’t get a chance to go up Tiger Hill.
We did see many pavilions and since then we’ve had kind of an obsession with pavilions, of which there are many in China but more in Suzjhou than any place in China, it appears.
Here’s the first, which we dub the Pavilion of the Seven Mandarins, because there were seven mandarin ducks in there which didn’t look like they had the freedom to fly away.
Seven Mandarins
Following this is the Pavilion of the Seven Hacks, because there are seven hacks in this picture who didn’t look like they had the freedom to fly away.
Seven Hacks
They still had to see the Pavilion of the Seven Rocks, of which there are very many near the pavilions of Suzhou. At this point at least seven of the hacks didn’t want to go to the pavilion of the seven silk scarves or the seven dead silkworm grubs.
Seven Rocks
They wanted to return to what they had really come to see – the Pavilion of the Seven Intels, at the conference centre in Ole Shanghai – pictured below by the Seven Flags blowing outside the Great Gate of the Seven Microprocessors. ♦
Seven Intels
Seven of this and seven of that, but where are ye hacks on the sevenfold path?
Sounds like an Eddie Cochran song to me. The Seven Steps to Heaven.