Day 3 started out like any other. Strangely, what happened during the previous night was completely forgotten. No one in the group dared to ask nor did I even dare to mention the event that took place. However, something did change and I felt it.

My mom and her cousins seemed to be paying attention to me more, like I was there instead of just the invisible person walking behind them. My opinion seemed to be valued, as if I suddenly mattered. It felt strange to be treated in such a way.

We took a taxi to Sun Yat-sen’s mausoleum, which, evidently, didn’t allow taxi drivers. So we were let off at the gate and had to walk the rest of the way.

I got to be honest, I have never heard of such a place but maybe it’s part of “history is always written by the victor.” Anyway, we got out of the taxi and proceeded up the forested path.

Thank goodness we were early that day because if we were to get there an hour later, I wouldn’t had been able to get this photo. Although there were still people, it was few enough to have the people removed when I processed the photo in Lightroom.

This was before we climbed the steps to the actual mausoleum and I thought AI did a great job of removing the people in the background.

The mausoleum was built after Dr. Sun Yat-sen died in 1925. The work began in 1926 and completed in 1929. When it was completed, Dr. Sun’s remains were carried to the mausoleum along with a statue of him.

I was not able to take pictures of the statue inside the mausoleum since no photographing was allowed.

I was not able to remove any people from this photo, unfortunately. Can you imagine Dr. Sun’s remains and his statue being carried up those stairs?