It was a snowy day in Beijing. The markets and streets were still busy. We hit up the antiques area and ran unto some tough bargainers.

Then it was on to the Temple of Heaven for a walk around. The park is beautiful in the snow and the marble steps deadly. As we were exiting the park it got dark enough for the lights to turn on. There are few things more lovely than thick fluffy snow flakes falling on a lamp lit tree lined path. To add to the moment, three separate groups (two older ladies, a guard, and an old guy on a walk) burst into songs. Perhaps singing keeps you warm.