At the Great Wall

I can't describe the sensation of history and power and of just touching a vestige of something of this scope long gone -- its majesty and brutality. We can't carry a sense of such vast national history as part of our identity, as Americans; our country is in its infancy. I do carry that as a Jew, but that particular sense of history is also a great burden...






Down below are dozens of stalls, agressive hawkers, and crowds of mainly Chinese tourists. We had to get through this going and coming.









There are notches in the wall for mounting guns and cannon.



Walking it was quite a workout.









Oh, the blog is all out of order, but we've got to take you back to Beijing because we went from there to the Great Wall! We went up by cable car...