I heard a Chinese harp yesterday evening for the first time here.

For the first time in China, I saw a man on the street yesterday evening playing a harp.  It reminded me of the older Chinese gentleman who I saw on my way to work quite regularly in DC last fall.  He would play at the top of the Farragut North Metro stop at least once a week.  Where East meets West and vice versa... When I first found out that I was definitely going to China, hearing that man in the mornings brought new meaning to where I was about to take a long journey.  The harp music just has something "so Chinese" about it that it is pleasing and almost memorizing to my ear.  Its' mythic tones convey a history thousands of years old.