So Many Things

I’ve written about Luyuan Market before.  It is always such an interesting experience, with so many things to see.  I love asking, “what is that?” and not knowing the answer.  I love thinking of those people long ago who belonged to those shoes, that jacket, that bowl.  We think of who wrote that scroll and who read it.  Who will read it still?  We think of who will buy that tiny wooden cage for a cricket.  I don’t suppose I shall ever know.

I sit beside the fire and think
Of all that I have seen
Of meadow flowers and butterflies
In summers that have been

Of yellow leaves and gossamer
In autumns that there were
With morning mist and silver sun
And wind upon my hair

I sit beside the fire and think
Of how the world will be
When winter comes without a spring
That I shall ever see

For still there are so many things
That I have never seen
In every wood in every spring
There is a different green

I sit beside the fire and think
Of people long ago
And people that will see a world
That I shall never know

But all the while I sit and think
Of times there were before
I listen for returning feet
And voices at the door

J.R.R. Tolkien

Thank you, Tolkien.  Enjoy.

 

 

 

Luyuan

The auction lot.  The Red Barn.  The Jockey Lot.  Salins.  Gambetta.  The one on US1.  Panjiayuan.  That street leading from one temple to another in Bangkok.  And Luyuan.  These are some of the lovely flea markets I’ve had the pleasure of perusing over the years.  I don’t think I’m going to find the missing Renior or a priceless coin.  I like to look.

I can’t remember if I ever bought anything at the ones when I was a kid.  Any coins my sister and I had were always spent at the snack booth.

The Jockey Lot is like an immersion course in southern culture.

At Salins, we wandered, but the only thing I remember buying those Sundays were the roast chickens on the way home.  Mmmm, 20 roasting chickens with the juices dripping all over the potatoes along the bottom of the rack.  Nirvana.

At US1, I bought one of those blue glass insulators that used to connect power lines.  I put it on my window sill in Lexington and smiled when the sun shined through it.

I will visit Panjiayuan again at some point.  Where else am I going to buy my giant Happy Buddha?  Maybe along that street near Wat Pho.

And at Luyuan in Shenyang, I have purchased very few things, a lucky pig and a slingshot among them.  I go to wander, to look, to see, to wonder, to laugh.  We go and are stared at, talked about, asked questions of, wondered about, laughed at.  Come to think of it, I think they did that at the Jockey Lot too.

Enjoy the pictures from the ipod – a little grainy in the enlarged version, but enlightening just the same.