Found my way to Zhihau Temple, the most significant surviving cluster of Ming dynasty wooden buildings in Beijing. Much of the Buddhist statuary is gone, and two of the building's spectacular caisson ceilings are in America (one I've seen, in the Philadelphia Museum of Art), but a remarkable hexagonal sutra storage cabinet somehow survived, presided over by a statue of Vairocana perched in a little heaven of his own. The tourists in a Chinese group being dragged around the premises seemed less interested in this than in the sci-fi scene of Zaha Hadid's Galaxy SOHO complex looming nearby. (Yes, the sky was that color.)
