Temple of Marquis had just walked into the door opposite of this street (Temple of Marquis side streets), you do not feel that there is nothing special, just the afterglow of the setting sun bathed the streets of people feel very comfortable.
When I Wendao Na shares a special taste, hear it when the high-pitched voices in song: When I found the source of taste and sound, is that all kinds of Tibetan Jie Liangbian dozens of business supplies shop, I really pay attention into this street is different from the masses.
In this street, a number of sub-Bu Zhao generally not more than 78 square meters of shops, are no unknown words without number. However, what the shop has a very rich: the turning cylinders, Thangka, Hada, butter pot, butter lamps, copper, glass, snuff bottles, Cestus, Ngau Tau, the printing plate, Buddha bead, the card pad, Tibetan incense, folk soundtrack ( CD), Tibetan books ... ... utter the least known and could not utter the name of, mostly, and Tibetan Buddhism-related things, reveals a thick, rustic ethnic customs. Dazzling, vibrant, dazzling, people jump for joy excited, stimulated people's desire to buy.
Some shop owners to use the door wide sidewalks, put Zhuodeng, selling played a butter tea. Those acquaintances or strangers to the street people in one sitting, with a pot of butter tea to drink, and soon became friends, spend half a day's time. A bit like a teahouse in Chengdu, but also a little taste of the West on the streets open-air bar, with a heavy ethnic flavor, feeling great.
This shop late 80s began to emerge in recent years more and more prosperity. Shop more and more of the employer, in addition to Chengdu, Tibetans, but also to the pursuit of fashionable young people, tourists, engage in the arts. I think they are looking for a nostalgia in which, savor a chic bar.
Frequented this street, I know the very characteristics of a woman shopkeeper ---- Techi. Deji had Songpan farming in his hometown, by the impact of economic openness came to Chengdu, we arrived at the street, opened this shop played.
Shop five years, she was accustomed to in Chengdu when the small shopkeepers life. Deji feel the winter in Chengdu is good, good summer home: home in winter too cold, too hot in summer in Chengdu, the air is not good. 28-year-old boyfriend with Durkee and operated this shop, Techi look inside, her boyfriend purchase outside the nest, mostly cargo budding from Lhasa and Nepal. General plane in the past, post-shipment by car to bring back, to come and go quite a trip is not easy. Deji few times I went to the store, but never saw her boyfriend, only to learn that one asked to go to Beijing. The shop is now on the street, more and more business is not as good as good as before, and so I went out to see how like other places.
The shops are open more, something also cheaper than before. Thangka colorful cheapest 5 yuan 1: a dollar a cup of copper knocked Ding Dong has rhymes, look Streamer overflow mining, taking up Tingyou components: a bone to do the jewelry box, bone delicate smooth and simple, Peripheral decorated with agate, pearl (of course not necessarily true), working fine outcry 60 yuan, you can also bargain ... ... seems to me that these things than jewelry shops craft items and more personality and charm, has become even more that value for money in!
To know this street, also know this street frequented by Tibetan friends, bold and frank and passionate they are. On that day, I Techi shop and was chatting with her, come a few people a few packs of big things progressive, with a few Tibetan rumble will be left. I think these must be Techi friends and relatives, one asked her if she did not know them, but keep the luggage on their behalf only, is free of charge. Deji plain from the look of nature can know that this is a sparse to her usual thing, but still made me feel very fresh and even a bit excited. Sitting in the street, drinking butter tea with the monks greeting I used to drink, I was the first time to drink yak butter tea, salty, and skateboarding, and savory, and really taste good!
That bright spring afternoon, I sat in the street to drink buttered tea and unfamiliar and familiar Tibetan chat, recorder where full penetration of the resonant Tibetan song lingering ear, passed around from time to time Dahongpao Lama, the warm sun For people too Hun Hun sen. That moment, I do not doubt that they are on the Barkhor in Lhasa.
Author: laughsky114
