Once upon a time in China,
two Swedes were on a tourist trail,
searching for the not-at-all-hidden treasures
and ended up in the Summer Palace in
BEIJING
What waited them was not lurging mystery
or etheral fog tucking the grounds in
with acients stories,
no,
because the two Swedes had been out for quite a long time now
and were frankly quite tired of old buildings
so they did what they do best
and strolled and strolled and strolled
and took staged photos and ignored the signs in broken English
and ate one or two really disgusting hotdogs
(seriously China, what do you put in those?!?)
and the day was not perfect
or forever memorable,
but quite nice and comfortable
and visually pleasant
and that is certainly good enough
