Qibao Temple is not as gilded nor as polished as Jing’an Temple; there are no cameras and fewer tourists, but more worshipers and more incenses burning. There weren’t any signs prohibiting cameras, as there were in temple in Jinghshan Park, in Beijing, but nobody–besides me– was wielding a camera. I try to be discreet when taking pictures that have people in them, but at one point a Buddhist monk came over and stood at the railing beside me; I nodded, smiled and showed him an innocuous picture of a tree that I’d just snapped (not the picture of he and the other Bhikkhu that I was surreptitiously photographing just before he approached me.)
He smiled and pointed toward the railing where I was resting my camera. I nodded. He spoke and pointed again. I looked to the spot he was indicating and see, inches from my had, a black and orange butterfly.
The monk smiled and both he and the butterfly drifted away.