Peter and I walked there from Fantasia, on a path that took us along a creek surrounded by big, still pine trees. Someone was painting them.

These fellows were not amused.

There are rafter dragons.

And plants growing from the roof

At six, everyone gathered in one part of the temple complex

to watch this monk ring the giant bell.

Outside the walls, there was a skinny bridge

over a stream.

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