Cheung Kai Shek Memorial, taipei

When your front door says 'Welcome' but means 'Bow before my grandeur.'

As I wandered through the grand expanse of the Chiang Kai-shek Memorial Hall, I couldn't help but feel like I had stepped into a different era. The towering archway, with its intricate details and imposing presence, seemed to whisper tales of a bygone age. The overcast sky added a touch of melancholy to the scene, making the white marble and blue tiles stand out even more starkly. It's funny how a place so steeped in history can make you feel both insignificant and part of something much larger at the same time. I walked across the courtyard, my footsteps echoing on the patterned pavement, and found myself wondering about the countless people who had stood here before me, each with their own stories and dreams. The red and blue flags fluttered gently in the breeze, a reminder of the ever-present march of time. As I approached the archway, I couldn't help but chuckle at the thought that even in a place dedicated to remembrance, there's always room for a little passive-aggressive grandeur. After all, nothing says 'Welcome to history' quite like an entrance that practically demands a bow. With a renewed sense of curiosity, I continued my exploration, eager to uncover more of the secrets hidden within these hallowed grounds.