The faces in and around Xi’an were ancient and unblemished, lined and light, curious and carved.
Pit 1 in the Mausoleum of the First Qin Emperor houses the Terracotta Army – and crowds gather on the balcony to photograph the phenomenal sight.
A group of elderly people gather on the benches at the Mausoleum. The Mausoleum seemed to be a wonderfully popular place for both the elderly, and the young.
Pit 3 is home to less-excavated trenches of terracotta horses and archers.
Two children look over the bars of Pit 3 as a man leans forward to read the information board.
There was also an exhibition for the terracotta soldiers, and the glass display casings made it possible to really examine the immense and impressive details of the uniforms. A girl grins in front of a terracotta figure.
A young girl looks at the details on the horses’ hooves as reflections juxtapose antiquity with reality.
The gardens of the Mausoleum are just beautiful – Chinese roses look like an explosions of petals that carry the kiss of sunset. This boy touched one of the exquisite blossoms before his father looked up and reprimanded him.
It was a fiercely warm day, and shaded seats were lined with all ages and characters.
An elderly couple sit on the benches at the Mausoleum.
A woman walks beside rows of trees and red roses in the Mausoleum. The roses were petalled poles, whilst the trees all had a peculiar twist halfway up the trunk.
I had watched this man transform a mound of dough into bowls of noodles, stretching and spinning and steaming as a crowd gathered to watch the performance and taste the product.
A gentleman sits outside an art gallery that we visited in Xi’an. The gallery displayed both traditional and student art, and is one of the oldest galleries in the city.
The lady who led our tour around the art gallery points to the wall of farmer paintings. This is a distinctly Chinese art style that originated in the rural areas and is somewhat cartoon-ish, with bright colours and strong lines that tell a straightforward story.
A child shyly peeks out of the classroom door and watches our group gather on the front porch of the school. After I took this photo, the child raced out of the class and joined his friends in the playground.
Builders watch with animated fascination as our group passes through the rural village.
We visited a university in Xi’an and I ended up having jasmine and litchi tea in a cafe above the student gym, with Eric (pictured) and Xing.