Alicia and Pei Pei led me to a run-down dormitory building, and we climbed the stairs. Except for the new hotels, none of the buildings in Taiyuan or Pingyao had elevators–Jindao (Mr. Chen’s son) lived in an apartment that was six or seven stories up, and the Praying Mantis Kung Fu Master was staying in a room about three or four flights of stairs high. Read the rest of this entry »
