Amid the crowded old Portuguese enclave of Macau and it's many gambling casinos are scattered humble pockets of quiet serenity.
After my husband and I had wasted our obligatory $1.00 in a casino slot machine, we walked along the street searching for a place to eat. Off to the left, through a narrow arched doorway, lay a small public garden.
As we entered, it felt like we had been transported a thousand miles away. Birds were singing and the traffic sounds were muted by the surrounding walls. As I sat, listened and looked, I felt a peace that had eluded me for the entire previous month we had tramped around the huge country of China.
It was remarkable, that in Macau with it's decadent Western albatross of gambling, I felt as if I were transported to the true ancient China.
Happy music and art, Cinder LeDell
Stories in Paint by Cinder LeDell © 2001