Monday, 8 February 2021

Barcelona (2) The Old City

The Old City from the Romans to Picasso

Barcelona

We took a ‘city break’ in Barcelona in March 2008. As a Covid lockdown project I have reconstructed our visit from guide books, memory and most importantly my photographs and Lynne’s diary. The second of three posts, this concentrates on the Old City, (La Ciutat Vella) and follows the geography and history of the city rather than the chronology of our visit, which was from Tues 25-Mar-2008 to Sat 29-Mar-2008

The Districts of Barcelona (the map has been turned, the coastline actually runs SW to NE)
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Staying in the heart of the Old city had clear advantages but there were disadvantages, too. Barcelona is a party town; the revelry varies with the day of the week but can continue until late and a single-glazed third floor window is no defence. An hour or two after the party goers have gone, the refuse men arrive, clattering a sequence of metal bins right around the square. Sleeping can be problematic.

El Barri Gótic

Plaça de Sant Jaume

On the Friday we essayed The Lonely Planet walking tour of Old Barcelona. It a starts in the Plaça de Sant Jaume, the heart of the Barri Gótic. The lay-out here is medieval, but the square lies over most of the Roman forum so this was also the heart of Roman Barcino.

It retains its importance in modern Barcelona with the offices of the presidency of the Catalan regional government, the Palau de la Generalitat, facing the municipal government, the Ajuntament, across the square.

The Palau de la Generalitat, Plaça de Sant Jaume

My next photograph was in the Carrer dels Cotoners (Cotton Street), 200m in the wrong direction for the walk, but it is a pleasing example of the barri’s narrow alleys. I think we wandered in search of gifts to take home, many of these streets are lined with small shops selling artisan food and arty crafty stuff. We certainly acquired some slices of orange in chocolate and several small walnut/fig/toffee cakes from somewhere.

Carrer dels Cotoners, Barcelona

Sinagoga Major

Back on the suggested path we walked through the ancient Jewish Quarter. Crammed into these narrow alleys the significance of individual buildings becomes obscured, but the building on the left below is the Sinagoga Major.

Sinagoga Major, Barcelona

The original structure dates from the 3rd or 4th century. Whether it was built as a synagogue is unknown, but as it is aligned differently from its neighbours and the end wall points towards Jerusalem, it is possible. If so, it had been a synagogue for over a thousand years before the massacre of Barcelona’s Jews in 1391 brought about its closure. The building was used for other purposes and its existence as a synagogue was forgotten. The process of rediscovery started in the 1980s and it reopened as a synagogue in 2002.

Continuing the walk, we reached the church of Santa Maria de Pi, but repair work had surrounded it with fencing and swathed it in green netting.

Roman Tombs in the Plaça de la Vila de Madrid

The next place of interest was the Plaça de la Vila de Madrid. Lynne hated the Plaça, her description making the surroundings sound decidedly tacky. While writing this account, I took an on-line drive round, which is not the same as being there, but it looked a small, pleasant urban green space. Maybe it has changed.

What we both liked – and has not changed - was the excavation of a large group of Roman tombs beside the green (though Lynne berated the design of the viewing platform). The Romans generally buried their dead along the roadsides outside their cities. Walking from Santa Maria de Pi we had left the Roman city and were now on what is believed to be the spur joining Barcino to the Via Augustus the great Roman road running the length of Hispania from Cadiz to the Pyrenees.

Roman graves, in the Plaça de la Vila de Madrid

We abandoned the walk at this point. We had expected March in Barcelona to be warmer than March in Staffordshire, but on this day it wasn’t. We felt the need to return to our hotel and don another layer of clothing.

Back outside it was still cold, so we popped into the Taverna del Bisbe, the Bishop’s Tavern, on the cathedral square though not owned or run by the bishop - a shame, 'barista in mitre' would make a good photo. It was crowded, noisy, warm and sold coffee, all of which met a need.

The Plaça del Rei, Casa Padellàs, King Martin's Watchtower and Roman Barcino

Thus fortified we decided to go directly to the end of the walk, without passing go or collecting 200 Euros. The Museum of the History of Barcelona (MUHBA) was inaugurated in 1943 and now is responsible for 16 sites around the city, ranging from the Roman burials at Plaça de la Vila de Madrid to a civil war air raid shelter, but its first and most important site is Plaça del Rei.

On the edge of the Gothic quarter, bounded on one side by the city’s Roman Wall, Plaça del Rei is surrounded by the former royal palace, the state archives, the Casa Padellàs and the Mirador de Rei Marti (King Martin’s Watchtower). The mirador, a strange bookshelf of a building, was built by Martin I (Martin the Humane), King of Aragon, Valencia, Sardinia and Corsica and Count of Barcelona. He ruled from 1356 to 1410 adding King of Sicily to his portfolio in his final year. In the 15th century it was believed, at least by the locals, to be the tallest building in the world.

King Martin's Watchtower, left, and the entrance to the Royal Palace (right)

Opposite the Mirador is the Casa Padellàs, which has a fine example of a medieval courtyard and was moved here brick by brick in 1931 from just outside the Roman Wall. For all the glories above ground it is the lift that takes you down to the most important part of the museum. Descending through the building’s steal underpinnings, the display normally showing the floors, here shows the centuries. After descending 20 of them the lift stops at the level of 1st century Barcino.

Walkways led through the excavated Roman city, past a laundry, dyeing works, wine makers, fish salters, garum makers and shops that would have sold this produce.

Roman Barcino beneath the Casa Padellàs

Friday afternoon is not relevant to this post - it pops up elsewhere. In the evening we dined at El Café d’En Victor next-door to the Taverna del Bisbe. It was cheap and cheerful, which suited our mood.

Plaça de Ramon Berenguer el Gran

Warmed by a good dinner and a glass or two of Empordà, the café’s excellent house wine, we made our way back towards the Plaça del Rei. This time we approached from outside the Roman walls across the Plaça de Ramon Berenguer el Gran. Ramon Berenguer III (son of RB II, father or RB IV) known as the Great was Count of Barcelona 1086-1131.

The wall is high and forbidding. There is also a tower which frequently appears in image searches for the ‘St Martin’s Watchtower’. Google maps clearly mark the ‘bookcase’ as the watchtower, so in the absence of any other confirmation I have gone with that.

Tower and Roman wall, Barcelona

On the other side of the wall in the Plaça del Rei there was traditional music and dancing. If only it had been a little warmer….

Plaça del Rei in the evening

Picasso

The Picasso Museum is outside the Barri Gótic, 200m beyond the Roman wall, but still well within the Old City. We walked there earlyish on Thursday morning (by tourist standards) and found a queue had already formed. It moved along quickly enough.

Picasso was born in Andalusia and lived most of his life in France, but he spent much of his childhood in Barcelona. His father taught at the School of Fine Arts and young Picasso’s extravagant talent led to him being admitted to the Advanced Course aged 13. At 16 he left Barcelona to study in Madrid and then, like all ambitious young artists of the time, found his way to Paris. He frequently returned to Barcelona until the Franco years, when his exile ceased to be voluntary.

The Picasso museum dates from 1963, a little act of Catalan rebellion at a time when Picasso did not like Spain and ‘official Spain’ did not like him. His recent works were unavailable but a large number of his early paintings were collected. ‘Science and Charity’ a large canvas near the entrance was painted in 1897 when he was 16. Traditional in style and subject matter, it demonstrates his prodigious early talent. Although in the public domain in the US, this and other images are still under copyright in Europe, but his early works can be seen here.

Velázquez is long out of copyright, so here is his 1656 masterpiece Las Meniñas.

Las Meniñas, Diego Velázquez, 1656 (Public Domain)

Picasso is one of several painters to have re-interpreted Las Meniñas. In 1957 he produced a series of 58 such paintings, now on permanent display in Barcelona. I do not pretend to understand the thought processes, but I found the morphing of images from one canvas to the next while still respecting the original to be fascinating.

Las Meniñas, one of Picasso's variations

When we left the museum the queue outside was huge. I do enjoy a little schadenfreude now and again.

Parc de la Ciutadella

Before our latish flight, we spent the morning of our last day (a Saturday) in the Eixample district but detoured on our way back to the hotel and our airport taxi to the Parc de la Ciutadella in the La Ribera district of the old town. Inside the park is an ornate fountain (switched off for our visit), Barcelona zoo and the Catalonian parliament. During the 2018/19 troubles surrounding the officially illegal referendum and abortive declaration of independence the authorities often felt the need to close the park.

Parc de la Ciutadella, Barcelona

Catalonia has always been uncertain whether its destiny truly lies with Spain. They backed the Grand Alliance (i.e. the Rest of Europe) against the Spanish/French choice in the War of the Spanish Succession (1700-14). Barcelona was rewarded by a 13-month siege.

Having taken the city and confirmed his position as king, Philip V decided to end Catalan rebellion for good by building the largest fortress in Europe. La Ribera was largely razed to make way for the fort, leaving the inhabitants homeless. Taxes were levied on the citizens of Barcelona to pay for it, and those who could not pay were conscripted as construction workers. These actions did not make Catalonia any less rebellious or Philip any more popular.

By 1848 Spain was more stable and there was no further use for the fortress. It was destroyed rather than demolished and in 1872 the site became a park. For several decades the Parc de la Ciutadella was the only green space within the city.

The second half of the 19th century was a period of growth for Barcelona. The modernist Eixample district was developed and the building of the Sagrada Familia started (in 1883, completion is now expected in 2026). Barcelona was becoming a modern international city and in 1888 it hosted the Barcelona World Fair. The site chosen was the Parc de la Ciutadella and the Arc de Triomf was built as the entrance. A whimsical piece of modernist architecture with Islamic-style brickwork, it was designed by Josep Vilaseca as the arch through which Barcelona would rep les nacions (welcome the Nations).

Arc de Triomf, Parc de la Ciutadella, Barcelona

So much for the old town, the next post moves on to Eixample and the Sagrada Familia.

Barcelona
Barcelona (1) La Rambla and Barceloneta
Barcelona (2) The Old City
Barcelona (3)Sagrada FamiliaAntoni Gaudi and the Eixample District

Wednesday, 3 February 2021

Barcelona (1) La Rambla and Barceloneta

A Brief Whinge from Someone with no Real Problems

I am fed up with the Rona (who isn’t?) but, as I admitted in Swynnerton: A Village in Lockdown last April, we have it easy. Many, probably most, are having a more difficult time than us so, as the saying goes, mustn’t grumble. But I will, anyway. While grateful for our relative good fortune, I yearn to go places, do things and meet people. I am seventy, I do not want to go wild, I just want some reassurance that I am still alive.

The lockdowns have had another strange, personal consequence. It takes me a year or more to complete the posts for a long journey, six months for a week’s break. Since 2010 I have permanently been working on a backlog of two, sometime three trips. I was happy with that, the backlog would disappear, I thought, when the problems of old age stopped us travelling, and I was in no hurry for that to happen.

Barcelona

But we are well, and and the backlog has gone. Becoming bored with tarting up old posts and dragging together portmanteau offerings on diverse topics like mosques and puddings, I am now resorting to historic travels. We enjoyed a city break in Barcelona at Easter in 2008; I have photos, all nicely dated and timed as digital images are, and with these, my memory and a guide book I can reconstruct our trip. And Lynne’s diary provides another invaluable source!

Barcelona Intro

Everyone knows where Barcelona is, but here is a map anyway, showing the city is at the northern end of Spain’s Mediterranean coast.

Spain
Catalonia

The city’s origins are obscure but a Roman castrum constructed in 15 BCE grew to become the Roman colony of Barcino. The Romans left and the Moors arrived but were eventually chased out by Charlemagne and Barcelona became capital of the County of Barcelona – a buffer state between Carolingian lands to the north and the Moors to the south. In time the county became the Principality of Catalonia and by the 16th century Barcelona was the largest city of the ‘Crown of Aragon’. In the Civil War, Catalonia was staunchly Republican but Barcelona was the scene of much fighting between rival Republican factions in 1937. In January 1939 the city fell to the Nationalists and Catalonia lost much of its autonomy during the 35-year dictatorship of Generalisimo Franco.

Spain

With Franco days a distant, if bitter, memory, Barcelona is now a cultural, economic and financial centre, a major port and tourist magnet and was host of the 1992 Olympics.  It has 1.6 million citizens and is the centre of a metropolitan area of 4.8 million making it the second most populous city in Spain, and the capital and largest city of Catalonia (I have carefully used the English spelling to avoid choosing between Spanish and Catalan and thus inadvertently making a political statement).

The Districts of Barcelona (the map has been turned, the coastline actually runs SW to NE)
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25/03/2008

We arrived at Barcelona’s El Prat Airport (Catalan for The Field) just after midday on a cool and overcast (Lynne described it as cold) Tuesday. The suburban railway station was closed for engineering work and the city Metro would not reach the airport until 2016, so we took a taxi to our hotel in the Cuitat Vella (Old City) - see map above. We could even see the medieval cathedral square from our bedroom window – well a bit of it anyway.

A Corner of Barcelona's Cathedral Square from our hotel room

The Cathedral

As it was just round the corner our first visit was to the Cathedral of the Holy Cross and St Eulalia.

I did not bother to photograph the outside as it was covered by scaffolding. The exteriors of Catalan churches are traditionally plain; the cathedral's elaborate (if hidden) façade was a 19th century neo-Gothic addition to the 14th Cathedral.

The interior, though basically a huge stone barn lined with chapels, is lavishly decorated. Lynne’s diary records that she was impressed by the quire and its carved misericords, and amused by the coffins of a medieval count and his wife marooned on a shelf half way up the wall. We were both winced at some of the paintings, the torture and martyrdom of the saints being depicted with, we thought, unseemly relish.

Inside Barcelona Cathedral

The story of St Eulalia, Barcelona’s co-patron saint is typical. Tradition states the Roman authorities punished the young Christian virgin by having her exposed naked in the public square. When God sent a miraculous spring snowfall to cover her nudity the enraged authorities put her in a barrel with protruding blades and rolled her down the road. I suspect that story tells us more about the pre-occupations of the early church than St Eulalia.

We met St Eulalia’s Geese in the cloister beside the cathedral. According to tradition white geese (or possibly doves) flew down to the dying martyr. In commemoration 13 geese (Eulalia was 13-years-old at the time) have free run of the cloister.

St Eulalia's Geese, Barcelona Cathedral Cloister

Leaving the cathedral, we wandered the medieval streets, stopped for a beer and eventually returned to our hotel.

Later we dined at a restaurant 15-minute’s walk away recommended by the friendly man on reception. Arriving at a Spanish restaurant at 9.00 is one way to have the place to yourself, but holding out until local eating time is beyond us. Two other customers eventually arrived, just before we finished eating. Lynne’s cuttlefish kebab cooked in squid ink and my ‘baby pig’ with pumpkin chutney were excellent, as were the desserts, a melon soup with lychees for Lynne and for me Mató, a Catalan whey cheese served, as tradition demands, with honey.

Wed 26/03/2008 to Sat 29/03/2008

To treat the rest of our stay in chronological order would require too many geographical jumps. The next post will deal with the delights of the Gothic Quarter, the final one with the Exaimple and Gracia districts – Antoni Gaudi will feature there - but I will end this introductory post with a 'walk', actually pieced together from three different days, round two sides of the Gothic Quarter and down to the beach.

La Rambla

The Old Town, la Ciutat Vella, has three sections. Our hotel and the Cathedral were in the Gothic Quarter (el Barri Gótic) inside the medieval city wall, while the smaller El Raval was without the wall, at least until it was extended in 1377. The third, Barceloneta, is the old fisherman's quarter.

Dividing the Gothic Quarter from El Raval is La Rambla. Once a storm drain and sewer beside the wall its status has risen considerably and Federico García Lorca called it "the only street in the world which I wish would never end."

La Rambla is a dual carriageway, but the roadways are of minor importance, much wider and busier is the tree-lined pedestrian area down the centre. Once churches and monasteries lined the street and it was used for festivals, markets and sport, now its popularity with tourists means it is a place of cafés, kiosks and human statues ever ready, for a small fee, to move or pose for a camera.  It is always busy in the summer, indeed it was busy in March too, when the tourists were very much in the minority. I wonder if Lorca would think it had been spoilt?

Looking south down La Rambla from near the Plaça Catalunya

La Rambla runs some 1,250m from the Plaça Catalunya, where the Old City meets the modernista Exaimple district, southeast to the old port.

Mercat de la Boqueria

About a third of the way down is Boqueria market. A market was held on this site in 1217 and there have been meat markets here under various names ever since. The present all-purpose food market was built in 1840, and for lovers of food markets this is as good as it gets. In the stall below are mushrooms, firm, fresh and inviting, of a dozen different varieties . The next stall has baskets of oysters behind sacks of, perhaps, winkles. The Spanish eat more fish and sea food per head than any other European country…

Mushrooms and sea food, La Boqueria Market, Barcelona

….but they also love their ham.

Pernil, Embotits i Foratge (Catalan: ‘ham, sausages and cheese’), La Boqueria, Barcelona 

We were taken aback by the prices of some hams, €140 per Kg Lynne’s diary notes with apparent shock. We learned more about ham on our 2019 trip to Andalusia where they produce arguably the best ham in the world – and locals would take offense at ‘arguably’. The clearly visibly black trotters are unique to Iberian black pigs, the black label lower down indicates these are free range, acorn fed, pure bred Ibericos - the top quality. As we saw in Aracena, hams like these start at €700 and the most expensive can fetch over €4,000.

Christopher Columbus

The end of La Rambla is marked by a statue of Christopher Columbus, as we would call him, Cristóbal Colón in Spanish or Cristòfor Colom in Catalan. Born in the Genoese Republic in 1451, he went to sea at the age of 10 and became a merchant, seafarer and self-taught geographer. Like most educated people he knew the world was not flat and was not alone in conjecturing there might be a shorter route to the riches of India and the Spice Islands by sailing west rather going round the southern tip of Africa. He persuaded King Ferdinand and Queen Isabella to back his projected trip and the rest everybody knows. The marriage of Ferdinand and Isabella had united the crowns of Castille and Aragon and Barcelona's importance to the Crown of Aragon is, as far as I know, Colombus’ sole local connection.

Christopher Columbus Monument, Barcelona

Google suggests the site has changed since my photo. He now stands on a sizeable traffic island and is further away from the self-important building behind him. He now points vaguely out to sea but in 2008 he gives the impression of pointing back up La Rambla, not the way to India, or the Caribbean – perhaps he fancied some ham

Maritime Museum

Appropriately the Maritime Museum occupies the site of a medieval dockyard opposite Columbus.

Inside, Lynne records, there were copies of old maps, all so inaccurate or vague it was no wonder Columbus did not know where he was, and models of ships. She also mentions trawlers, small fishing boats, canoes, catamarans and plenty of maritime equipment.

Pride of place went to a full-sized replica of Don Juan of Austria’s flagship at the Battle of Lepanto (1571). It was rowed by slaves chained to their seats and was capable of speeds up to 9 knots.

Replica of the flagship of Don Juan of Autria at the Battle of Lepanto, Maritime Museum, Barcelona

John of Austria was born in 1547, an illegitimate son of Holy Roman Emperor Charles V. In the service of his half-brother, King Philip of Spain he was Admiral of the Holy Alliance fleet at Lepanto. The battle was the first major naval victory over the Turks by Christian forces, and with over 400 galleys involved, the last significant galley battle in the Mediterranean.

Barceloneta

The road running northeast beside the ferry dock and the Porto Vell Marina from the Columbus memorial is the Passeig de Colom, which to the anglophone sounds less scatological than its Spanish equivalent. This brings you to the Barceloneta quarter curling protectively round the end of the harbour.

Once a poor and run-down area, the rows of fisherman’s cottages facing the harbour have been smartened up and include many seafood restaurants, those in the first row noticeably upmarket. Restaurants in the rows further back tended to be more modest and we earmarked one offering a set lunch for €12.50, wine included.

Half past one was a little early for a Spanish lunch so we strolled down to the beach. Spain has a long Mediterranean coastline chockful of beach resorts but I had never thought of Barcelona being one, but it is. Used, I would expect, largely by locals it is pleasant enough, though not in March. I took off my jacket for the photograph in the vain hope of making it look warmer.

Barcelona beach

Back at the restaurant, lunching with the locals, we started with paella. Lynne followed this with a substantial sole while I ordered ‘whinting’ from the bilingual menu expecting whiting. What arrived looked more like overlarge whitebait, very fresh, lightly floured and less aggressively fried than whitebait is in the UK. It was basic but wonderful. Lynne described the cheesecake dessert as ‘a very light cake made with some mild curd cheese and chocolate bits served with a light syrup’. I suspect this is what cheesecake was before it became the highly processed article sold at home. The food industry has messed up a simple delight. A bottle of house white completed the set menu.

A beer and a tapa (just the one) were all we required that evening.

Barcelona
Barcelona (1) La Rambla and Barceloneta
Barcelona (2) The Old City
Barcelona (3)Sagrada Familia and the Eixample District

Wednesday, 13 January 2021

Tibetan Buddhism: Buddhist Temples, Monasteries and Buddha Images Part 3

Tibetan Buddhism - not Just in Tibet

The Tibetan Tradition

Buddhism probably arrived in Tibet from India in the 8th century. That makes it part of the Mahayana tradition, but as it includes many tantric practices and elements of Vajrayana, it is often treated as a separate branch of Buddhism.

Tibetan Wheel

I offer the above paragraph in good faith; I believe it to be accurate but I admit to not understanding some of the words. I have, though, observed that in Tibetan Buddhism, as in Mahayana, Buddha images often come in threes, Bodhisattva Maitreya (the Future Buddha), the Buddha, and Bodhisattva Avalokiteśvara (The Compassion Buddha). Bodhisattvas are important, as are fearsome images of guardians, but there seems less emphasis on Arhats. Like Theravada, Tibetan Buddhism has a strong monastic tradition. Only Tibetan Buddhists use prayer wheels, praying by rotating a wheel about a sacred text, and prayer flags where sacred texts blow in the wind.

Although Tibetan Buddhism has several independent branches, each having its own monasteries and leaders, they remain closely related. The Gelug (Yellow Hat) is the dominant school - not just in Tibet - and the most influential Gelugpa is the Dalai Lama.

Tibetan Monasteries

Tibetan Buddhism is not confined to Tibet, the map above shows the monasteries/temples covered in this post, though there will also be a surprise visit to Beijing. But I will start in the obvious place. We visited Lhasa in July/Aug 2005.

Tibet (officially the Xizang Autonomous Region, China)

Lhasa

Lhasa is an interesting city to visit. At 3,700m (12,000ft) most people suffer some effect of altitude; breathlessness, aching joints, sleep disruption or even a brief collapse. In midsummer the air is pleasantly warm though air-conditioning is not required.

Officially encouraged Han migration has resulted in half the 500,000 population being non-Tibetan. I deplore the destructive Chinese policy of squeezing the culture of ethnic minorities, though from an entirely selfish point of view, the Han presence - and the existence of a Nepali community - allowed us to eat well. Tibetans' own food never quite escapes the distinctive rancid flavour of yak butter.

The Jokhang Temple

The Jokhang Temple is the physical and spiritual centre of Lhasa. In summer the modest frontage on Barkhor Square was permanently semi-blocked by prostrating pilgrims. The interior was dark and the air dense with the smell of wood smoke and burning yak butter candles as devotees jostled to make their offerings.

Entrance to the Jokhang Temple, Lhasa

We escaped to the roof.

Lynne on the roof of the Jokhang Temple, Lhasa

The Potala Palace

From the Jokhang roof we looked across the Square to the dramatically sited Potala Palace the home of the Dalai Lama – though he has lived in exile since 1959.

The Potala Palace from the roof of the Jokhang Temple, Lhasa

Once you have acquired a ticket and turned many prayer wheels…

There are many prayer wheels to turn in Lhasa

…you have the freedom of the palace complex.

Inside the Potala Palace complex, Lhasa

The Drepung Monastery

Five kilometres outside Lhasa, Drepung is the largest monastery in Tibet. At its peak there were as many as ten thousand monks. There are now less than a thousand, and with tight Chinese control the monastery lacks the moral authority it once had, but when we visited in 2005 it seemed a thriving community.

Just Part of the Drepung Monastery Complex

It is a large complex on many levels on the side of Mount Gephel. Climbing from courtyard to courtyard up steps that were often more ladders than staircases was hard work. It was our second full day in Lhasa and the thin air took its toll. Lynne leaned against a wall to get her breath and then slowly slipped down to a seated position. Leaving her in the ticket office in the care of some solicitous and friendly monks....

Solicitous and friendly monks

...I continued alone.

Drepung Monastry

Sadly, she missed the hall full of monks chanting sutras.....

Chanting monks, Drepung Monastery

....the monk's prayer hall near the top of the complex...

Prayer Hall, Drepung Monastery

....and this view of a lone monk standing on a roof, surveying the world. A true son of Tibet, he stands behind the gold encased finials waiting for his kettle to boil.

Waiting for his kettle to boil, Drepung Monastery

As committed tea drinkers the Tibetans make the British look like amateurs. What I cannot understand, though, is why, once they have made a nice pot of tea they always stir in a dollop of yak butter. The advantage of yak butter is that never goes off, the disadvantage is that tastes like it has even when fresh.

Sera Monastery

At Sera monastery back in the city, the younger monks gather in a stony square two or three afternoons a week. The more senior monks test their juniors on points of Buddhist philosophy asking question in an aggressive if stylised manner.

Debating at Sera Monastery, Lhasa

I have heard that important as this once was, it is now just for tourists. Perhaps, but they entered into it with vigour and thought – and occasionally a little humour.

Mongolia

North from the Tibetan Plateau, across several hundred kilometres of dessert are the huge open grasslands of Mongolia, the least densely populated country in the world.

Buddhism was introduced to the nomadic empires of Mongolia in the 1st century CE though in time it faded into Shamanism.

In the early 13th century Genghis Khan united Mongolia and went on to rule the largest contiguous empire ever seen. It fragmented after his death, but his grandson Kublai Khan started out as ruler of most of Mongolia and northern China. By 1271 he had unified China and established the Yuan Dynasty. He introduced Tibetan Buddhism and monasticism into Mongolia, but after the demise of his dynasty in 1368, Mongolia again slowly relapsed into shamanism.

During the 16th Mongolian cultural revival Altan Khan, a warlord with an eye to reunifying the country made an ally of the Dalai Lama. Tibetan Buddhism returned to Mongolia and was reinforced by the Chinese Qing dynasty in the next couple of centuries.

Ulaanbaatar

In 2007 selecting the southern option of the Trans-Siberian Railway took us to Ulaanbaatar. Mongolians traditionally moved with the seasons, and Ulaanbaatar only settled on its present site in 1789. It is now home to 1.3 million, more than half the vast country’s population

Gandan Monastery

The first buildings of Ulaanbaatar’s Gandan Monastery were constructed in 1809. Buildings have come and gone, but the most impressive, the temple of Boddhisattva Avalokiteshvara was built in 1913.

Temple of the Boddhisattva Avalokiteshvara, Gandan Monastery

Gandan closed in 1938 as Mongolia's client government obediently followed Stalin’s anti-religious line. After the Second World War Stalin decided to make token acknowledgment of traditional cultures and religions across the USSR. The Mongolian government followed suit, reopening Gandan in 1948, though with many restrictions. Since the end of communism in 1990 all restrictions have been lifted, and there has been a resurgence of Buddhism.

(see Ulaanbaatar: Part 11 of the Trans-Siberian Railway)

Bürd Sum

Leaving Ulaanbaatar with a driver and local guide we drove 340 km to the Bürd Sum (district) of Övörkhangai Aimag (province) where we stayed with a local family. The first 50 km of the journey were on tarmac, the rest over open steppe. Övörkhangai is three times the size of Wales but the whole population would almost fit into the Principality Stadium.

(see Across the Mongolian Steppe: Part 9 of the Trans-Siberian Railway)

Shaman Shrine

Next day we visited Erdene Zuu. More driving across grassland brought us to a proper road. At the road junction was a shrine. Mongolian Buddhism has absorbed shamanism, and this is essentially a shaman shrine. We did the proper thing, which is to walk round it three times clockwise and placed a new stone on the top. Most passers-by contented themselves with a hoot on the horn.

A shaman shrine, Ovorkhangai Province

Kharkhorin, Övörkhangai Province

Ghengis Khan built his capital of Karakorum on the site of modern Kharkhorin in around 1220. Not being the settling down sort of guy, Ghengis soon moved on, though the city thrived for a while before being destroyed by a Ming army in 1388. Modern Kharkhorin is a major population centre, by Mongolian standards, with 13,000 inhabitants.

Erdene Zuu

The monastery of Erdene Zuu was built in 1585, using such remnants of Karakorum as were available. The boundary of the rectangular site is marked by 100 small stupas. 108 is the number of attributes of the Buddha, so either 8 stupas have been lost or somebody miscounted during the building process.

Erdene Zuu

The modern city of Kharkhorin sits under the black smoke in the distance - a rare example of Mongolian industry.

Stupas, Erdene Zuu

By the end of the 19th century there were over 60 temples on the site, but in 1939 most were destroyed by the communists.

Surviving Temple, Erdene Zuu

All the surviving temples are open to visitors.

Inside a temple, Erdene Zuu

In 1990 the site was handed back to the monks and Erdene Zuu became an active monastery again.

Monk taking a prayer wheel for a walk, Erdene Zuu

(see With the Mongolian Nomads: Part 10 of the Trans-Siberian Railway)

Buryat Republic, Russia

Our previous stop on the Trans-Siberian had been at Ulan Ude, the capital of Buryatia, one of the constituent republics of the Russian Federation. Buryats are ethnic Mongolians, and so Buddhists, but Buryatia has been Russian since the seventeenth century. Then, Inner and Outer Mongolia struggled under imperial Chinese rule while the Buryats traded with the incoming Russians and enjoyed comparative freedom and prosperity.

Ivolginsk Datsan

Before the Russian Revolution, there were hundreds of Datsans in Buryatia and thousands of monks, but by the 1930’s the Datsans had all been closed and the monks dispatched to the Gulags. In the 1940s Stalin decided it was time for more religious tolerance and so a Datsan was constructed at Ivolginsk, 30 km west of Ulan Ude. It opened in 1947 on a site carefully chosen by astrologers.

Ivolginsk Datsun, near Ulan Ude

The architecture and decoration of the Johkang Temple, Potala Palace and Drepung Monastery in Lhasa are almost identical. Gandan and Erdene Zuu are cut from similar cloth, but the main building at Ivolginsk, 3,000 km north of Lhasa, looks, unsurprisingly, less Tibetan and ever so slightly Russian.

The Temple at the Ivolginsk Datsun, near Ulan Ude

…but from some angles the Tibetan look predominates.

Tibetan style stupas, Ivolginsk, near Ulan Ude

Andre, our Christian European Russian guide was here when the Dalai Lama visited this outpost of his flock in the 1980s. He was very taken by his serenity and almost tangible charisma.

Prayer wheels, Ivolginsk Datsun, near Ulan Ude with Tibetan script (her right) and Mongolian script

(see Ulan Ude (1) Buddhists, Old Believers and an Enormous Head of Lenin: Part 6 of the Trans-Siberian Railway

China

Or, more accurately, China again as Tibet is part of China. Chinese Buddhism follows the Mahayana tradition, but that does not mean there are no ‘Tibetan pockets.’

Beijing

The Dalai Lama fled Tibet in 1959 over his disagreement with the Chinese authorities. He is a man of integrity and peace from whom the Chinese could learn much, but instead they regard him rather like the Americans regarded Osama bin-Ladin. It was not always that way.

Stupa, Beihai Park

Beihai Park, just north of Beijing’s centre was allegedly created by Kublai Khan. The stupa on the artificial island was built to commemorate the visit of a 17th century Dalai Lama to Beijing.

Stupa on the artificial island, Beihai Park, Beijing

(see Beijing (2): Xicheng and Beihai Park. Part 2 of Beijing, North Korea and Shanxi)

Yonghe Gong

The Yonghe Gong was our first ever Buddhist temple on out first ever visit to Beijing. It is a rare example of a Tibetan Temple in the Han heartland, though I doubt we realised that at the time.

It was built in 1649, as a residence for court eunuchs. It then became the palace of Prince Yong, who turned part of the complex into a lamasery when he became emperor in 1722. On his death in 1733 Tibetan Buddhists were invited to take over the whole site. Developments since then have produced buildings which mix Tibetan and Chinese styles.

Lynne at the Yonghe Gong

The temple complex survived the Cultural Revolution and re-opened to the public in 1981. One of the charms of the place is that after so many years of religious repression many would-be devotees do not seem sure of what they should be doing.

Uncertain worshippers, Yonghe Gong

The temple contains a remarkable 18m high statue of the Buddha carved from a single piece of sandalwood.

Maitreya Buddha carved from a single piece of sandalwood, Yonge Gong, Beijing

India

Buddhism has all but died out in the country of its birth, but it is still possible to see dramatic Buddhist temples

Kushalnagar, Karnataka

The Dalai Lama and the Tibetan government-in-exile live in Dharamsala in the extreme north of India. We have not been there, but in 2010 we visited the small town of Kushalnagar in the southern state of Karnataka - as far south of Lhasa as Ulan Bator is north - where the state government has settled 10,000 exiled Tibetans.

Namdroling Monastery

As well as the usual secular requirements of any settlement, there are two Gelugpa monasteries and the much larger Namdroling Temple which follows the Nyingmapa tradition from Eastern Tibet.

Namdroling Monastery, Kushalnagar, Karnatica

As can be seen both from the outside and the interior, Namdroling is well financed. It is known as ‘The Golden Temple’- and with good reason.

Interior of Namdroling - The Golden Temple, Kushalnagar

The temple looks typically Tibetan and even displays a trio of Buddhas - as promised in the introduction. July in Lhasa had been pleasantly warm but air-conditioning was unnecessary, people merely left doors and windows open and allowed in the fresh, if rather thin, air. At other times of the year it can be viciously cold. February in Kushalnagar was hot and humid (it is equally hot, though far wetter in the monsoon season) and the vegetation around the temple could not have been less Tibetan. Namdroling looked like an exotic transplant from a faraway land.

Namdroling, The Golden Temple, Kushalnagar

Buddhist Temples, Monasteries and Buddha Images

Part 1: Introduction
Part 2: Mahayana Buddhism
Part 3: Tibetan Buddhism
Part 4: Theravada (1) Sri Lanka
Part 5: Theravada (2) Myanmar
Part 6: Theravada (3) Laos, Cambodia & Thailand