"You are Welcome Here" the sign proclaims, and so we were. This is where we ate lunch -- a lovely, picturesque little restaurant. The food (Sino-Tibetan cuisine) was delicious, the staff was fluent in English, and we enjoyed our time there. I discovered that I really liked yak meat.
Afterward we walked through the narrow streets, being careful to watch where we put our feet to avoid stepping in the ubiquitous yak droppings. Our local guide, seen here, stopped along the way to explain where we were going and what we were going to see.
And where were we going? Why, to an "embroidery school" -- yet another shopping opportunity. Here we see some of the "students" toiling away at intricate pieces of art. The pictures on the wall are not embroidery. They are Naxi hieroglyphs. I was told that I could take pictures of anything except the embroidery products so, once again I put my camera away.
I wish I knew what kind of tree this is.
Here's a wider view. The legs in the middle of the picture belong to Mike, one of the members of our group.
Doors and courtyards. And so it went. Eventually we again got on our bus and headed west into the really high country.