
The lights flickered to life just as dusk folded into night. A warm golden outline traced the rooftops of the ancient gate towers, standing proudly on the mighty Xi’an City Wall (西安城墙 Xī’ān Chéngqiáng). It was a calm evening, and as Elaine and I stepped onto the cobbled sidewalks near Yongning Gate (永宁门 Yǒngníng Mén), we felt like we had quietly walked into a painting — the kind filled with history, poetry,...





