
Inside the YCP -- the Chinese love to pose, yep even men. Also notice how dressed up the woman is? I went hiking once near Tibet and some women wore high heels!

View of the Hanyang District of Wuhan from the YCP...

Bell tower and gazebo on Snake Hill next to the YCP.

The Tang Dynasty poet Li Bai was so inspired at the YCP 1,500 years ago that he wrote this poem:
My old friend said goodbye, here at Yellow Crane Tower,
In the third month, under a cloud of willow blossoms, he's going down to Yangzhou.
The lonely sail is now a distant shadow, on the edge of a blue emptiness,
All I see is the Yangtze River flow to the heaven in the horizon.
If Mr. Li were alive today, this is what he'd see: a very congested bridge (probably takes an hour just to get on the bridge! the worst bottleneck ever!), the Yangtze barely visible, a television tower and blocks and blocks of urban concrete... not too inspiring. But alas, I shall use my imagination: a beautiful misty river, lined with willow blossoms, and a lone sail, sailing slowly but surely to the horizon...
