off to a Confucian temple, which I'd never quite managed to find the times i'd looked for it before.... this time we did, and it was pretty big, made me wonder how i'd managed to miss it... inside there was a definite quiet, as if it wasn't quite in the city, an odd tranquillity hung upon the air, a place to return to, maybe even often.... outside the chaos continued, ghost month now gathering pace, the scent of burning paper, braziers scattered around the city, next door to the temple there was this, burning money for the bank of hell, flickers of fiery paper blowing upon the updraft of the flames as they drifted scattering along the street...