Kid in the red sleeves

I took this one in the Man Mo Taoist temple on Hollywood Road. I love it in there. The air is full of smoke from the enormous incense coils hanging from the ceiling - signs telling you to be careful of ash falling on your head. People come in and out, waving incense sticks in the air and leaving fruit and flowers as gifts. Occasionally you hear the gong, when someone has made a donation. There is free incense provided near the altars and expensive incense to the right. I don't understand why people would buy, when there is incense for free. The atmosphere is busy, yet if you sit on the straight-backed wooden chairs on the right and the left of the temple, no-one bothers you, no-one notices you. It is peaceful.

The temple is to Man, the God of Literature and to Mo, the God of War.