There is a wonderful old character in
Li Jiang. He is enthroned, in royal robes and crowned with the most
remarkable hat, sitting in front of an ancient theater. I later
learned that he was an actor who used to perform in the now closed
theater he sits in front of. The door is open, it is dark and gloomy inside and there is dogshit on the floor. The old man ekes out a living by posing for
photographs with tourists—still treading the boards in a way. The street--perhaps the most legitimate of all stages.
The Old Actor |
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