Seven wet tourists, sharing five tiny umbrellas, try to keep dry as they gamely stride through a squall drenching one of China’s most famous temple complexes. There is a musical beat to this picture, based on the rhythmic repetition that undulates between the tourists, their umbrellas and their reflections on the wet pavement. It is as if we are looking at a page of soggy musical notes. The tourists, meanwhile, are abstracted into anonymity by the umbrellas except for the lady bringing up the rear. I climbed the steps of the complex’s signature structure, appropriately named the Hall of Prayer for Good Harvests, to get this high vantage point, as well as claiming a dry spot under its overhanging lower roof. Without this high vantage point, the rhythmic reflections don’t work.