...Dancin' in Chicago
Down in New Orleans
In New York City...
...Philadelphia P.A., Baltimore and D.C now,
Can't forget the motor city,
Can't forget the motor city,
...Way down in L.A. ...
I don't know how Martha and every last Vandella forgot to mention Beijing, because dancing in the streets is something Beijingers know how to do.
I'm not entirely sure what this thing is. But it is magic.
It's comprised of blankets and wires and two wheels and cables and speakers and bungee cords and a car battery. And out of this thing comes music.
Or rather, Chinese pop music, which, face it, is just marginally music. Very catchy marginal music nonetheless. At any rate, this thing is magic because it makes people dance. Complete strangers of every age and every dancing ability walzing and tango-ing with one another. In broad daylight in a public park!
"Happy Friday." See? The writing on her t-shirt? "Happy Friday!"
Playa. That's all that comes to mind: He a playa, y'all.
Cinderella's stepsisters, maybe?
The magic spreads all over the alleé and protects the ladies' handbags, which they hang, unguarded in the surrounding trees.
If Chinese pop is not your thing, you are welcome to sing classical Chinese songs along to this gentleman's fiddle playing.
And this is the Catholic basilica in Beijing, the Cathedral of Immaculate Conception. The present building dates to 1904, but the foundations go back to the 1600s. It is the seat of the Bishop of China, chosen by the Chinese Patriotic Catholic Church and approved by the Vatican. Usually, the Vatican prefers to choose their own bishops, but, well, you know, it's China, so, well, yeah, ulletenus (that's Latin for "whatever"). One immaculate concept that this particular church has is nightly line dancing. Again, the old, the young and anyone in between line dancing. I think it is a blessed thing indeed.
And this photo doesn't fit in, but well, I like it and it was taken the same night.
I don't know how Martha and every last Vandella forgot to mention Beijing, because dancing in the streets is something Beijingers know how to do.
I'm not entirely sure what this thing is. But it is magic.
It's comprised of blankets and wires and two wheels and cables and speakers and bungee cords and a car battery. And out of this thing comes music.
Or rather, Chinese pop music, which, face it, is just marginally music. Very catchy marginal music nonetheless. At any rate, this thing is magic because it makes people dance. Complete strangers of every age and every dancing ability walzing and tango-ing with one another. In broad daylight in a public park!
"Happy Friday." See? The writing on her t-shirt? "Happy Friday!"
Playa. That's all that comes to mind: He a playa, y'all.
Cinderella's stepsisters, maybe?
The magic spreads all over the alleé and protects the ladies' handbags, which they hang, unguarded in the surrounding trees.
If Chinese pop is not your thing, you are welcome to sing classical Chinese songs along to this gentleman's fiddle playing.
And this is the Catholic basilica in Beijing, the Cathedral of Immaculate Conception. The present building dates to 1904, but the foundations go back to the 1600s. It is the seat of the Bishop of China, chosen by the Chinese Patriotic Catholic Church and approved by the Vatican. Usually, the Vatican prefers to choose their own bishops, but, well, you know, it's China, so, well, yeah, ulletenus (that's Latin for "whatever"). One immaculate concept that this particular church has is nightly line dancing. Again, the old, the young and anyone in between line dancing. I think it is a blessed thing indeed.
And this photo doesn't fit in, but well, I like it and it was taken the same night.
1 comment:
danke für das lächeln am morgen. deine fotos berühren die seele und führen mich weit weg.
ich erinnere mich an einen tag in mexico, als die menschen in mérida auf der straße tanzten. hunderte... und ich weiß noch, dass ich dachte... "what a pity that german people don't dance in the streets. they just don't!"
XOXO!
nic
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