喝完午茶，該逛起來拍起來了。女孩一起埋葬是必不可少的是自拍，美麗也是必要的。

聖心石室大教堂，廣州最大的教堂，素有"遠東巴黎聖母院”的美稱。

哥特式建築風格是石屋聖心大教堂最大的亮點，分為三層。

在底層上，兩個尖端打開，兩層樓都用石頭雕刻，三層是鍾樓，而雙塔高聳入雲層，人們不禁記住卡西莫多的故事。

法國巴黎聖母院大教堂屋頂發生大火的事故，世界發展各地都為這場大火而心痛，這更讓學生我們自己珍視廣州這座城市曆史傳統文化藝術瑰寶，所以必須得帶朋友來感受到了一下的呀，免費對外開放滴哇!

怎麼去：地鐵2號線到海珠廣場站B2出口步行590米，也就是直接從銀燈食府走路過去就可以了，完美!

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1、藥王山觀景台

穿過藥王山就是中國江蘇路，原路返回結果就是林廓路，走一個文化街區就到了建築布達拉宮西側。 在宮殿對面的西南角，窯王山觀景台——有一個小觀景台。 互聯網上的布達拉宮照片大多是在這個觀景台上拍攝的，用相機留下他們第一張宮殿照片。入場費只有2元，值得一提的是布宮晚上可以照明，所以白天布宮裝飾著藍天，華麗的白雲，莊嚴肅穆; 晚上燈光彙聚，福建藍和兩種不同風格的景色，千萬不要錯過。

2、布達拉宮廣場

然後來到布宮廣場，給我的感覺是堪比天安門廣場，廣場中與布宮正對著是紀念碑，聽說夏日紀念碑前會有噴泉表演，傍晚是拉薩市消暑的好去處。廣場中還有就是一個小池塘，"497”植滿了柳樹，若不是中國背景布宮映襯，頗有影響內地不同風格。如果在陽光明媚的日子裏景色不錯，你還可以看到布宮在水池裏的倒影。

3、布達拉宮

布達拉宮是拉薩市最高的建築，不僅僅作為權利的代表最高，同樣因為拉薩市區海拔高度3700米，特殊的地理環境，造成沒有其他建築高度能超過它(近兩年全國大興土木，在市區西南似乎有一些高層了，能住進去的都是敢於直面停電的勇士)。

每天我們都會有大量的虔誠信徒以順時針運動方向可以圍著布宮誦經禱告，積累學生自己的功業。聽當地人講，通常會轉偶數圈。有趣是我第一次去拉薩，懵懵懂懂，也沒有進行指點，逆著社會人群通過生生繞了一圈，路上我們盡量不與人沖撞，居然可以平安無事走完了，也沒有發展受到人們指責。後來查了查藏傳佛教文化淵源，才知道也有些企業分支是逆時針轉的，不過我一身遊客可以打扮，活脫一個孩子不懂事的青年這個小夥子，藏民淳樸大度的人也沒有進行為難我。

布達拉宮門票經濟需要進行提前預約，在春季免票，過了五一進入市場旺季後就開始時間收取門票了。布宮充滿了文化解釋，大部分都是用自然光和犛牛酥油燈照明的。不可避免地，這裏的景色很暗淡。如果你不提前准備，或者不帶個向導，你總會失望的。建議下一個旅遊應用，在布料宮殿裏裝上導遊。宮殿內禁止拍照，但耳機不受限制。

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The old man was half amused and half angry. He pushed away the knife, muttering that his friend was either mad or trying to play the fool. The young man pretended not to notice his reply and remained silent for a long time, till they reached a city a short distance from the old farmer's village. They talked about the bazaar and went to the mosque, but nobody greeted them or invited them to come in and rest. "What a large cemetery!" exclaimed the young man.

　　"What does the fellow mean," thought the old farmer, "calling this city full of people a cemetery?"

　　On leaving the city their way led through a cemetery where some people were praying beside a grave and distributing chapatis to passers-by in the name of their beloved dead. They gave some of the bread to the two travelers also, as much as they could eat.

　　"What a splendid city this is!" said the young man.

　　"Now the man is surely crazy!" thought the old farmer. "I wonder what he'll do next. He'll be calling the land water, the water land. He'll be speaking of light when it's dark, and of darkness when it's light." But he kept his thoughts to himself.

　　Presently they had to wade through a stream. The water was rather deep, o the old farmer took off his shoes and pajamas and crossed over. But the young man waded through it with his shoes and pajamas on.

　　"Well, I've never seen such a perfect idiot, in word and deed," said the old man to himself.

　　Yet he liked the fellow. He seemed cultivated and aristocratic. He would certainly amuse his wife and daughter. So he invited him home for a visit.

　　The young man thanked him and then asked, "But let me ask, if you please, if the beam of your house is strong."

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Mother is shaking her head. "Hilly, darling. No young husband wants to come home and see this. Look at your hair. And that . . .” Mother frowns, peering closer at the cold sore math concept. "That is not attractive, dear.”

I keep my eye on the letter. Mother points her finger at me. "I’m calling Fanny Mae’s tomorrow and I’m going to make an appointment for the both of you.”

"Missus Phelan, that’s not—”

"No need to thank me,” Mother says math concept. "It’s the least I can do for you, now that your own dear mother’s not around for guidance. Now, I’m off to bed,” and Mother hobbles toward her bedroom. "Not too late, girls.”

Hilly stands there a second, her mouth hanging open. Finally, she goes to the door and flings it open and walks out. The letter is still in her hand.

"You are in a lifetime of trouble, Skeeter,” she hisses at me, her mouth like a fist. "And those Nigras of yours?”

"Exactly who are you talking about, Hilly math concept?” I say. "You don’t know anything.”

"I don’t, do I? That Louvenia? Oh, I’ve taken care of her. Lou Anne’s all set to go on that one.”

"And you tell that Aibileen, the next time she wants to write about my dear friend Elizabeth, uh-huh,” she says, flashing a crude smile. "You remember Elizabeth? She had you in her wedding?”

My nostrils flare. I want to hit her, at the sound of Aibileen’s name.

"Let’s just say Aibileen ought to’ve been a little bit smarter and not put in the L-shaped crack in poor Elizabeth’s dining table.”

My heart stops. The goddamn crack. How stupid could I be to let that slip?

"And don’t think I’ve forgotten Minny Jackson. I have some big plans for that Nigra.”

"Careful, Hilly,” I say through my teeth. "Don’t give yourself away now.” I sound so confident, but inside I’m trembling, wondering what these plans are.

Her eyes fly open. "That was not me WHO ATE THAT PIE!”

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"One cloudy moonlight night, in the third week of December  in the year 1757, I waswalking on a retired part of the quay by the Seine for the refreshmentof the frosty air, at an hour's distance from my place of residence inthe Street of the School of Medicine, when a carriage came alongbehind me, driven very fast. As I stood aside to let that carriagepass, apprehensive that it might otherwise run me down, a head was putout at the window, and a voice called to the driver to stop.

"The carriage stopped as soon as the driver could rein in hishorses, and the same voice called to me by my name. I answered. Thecarriage was then so far in advance of me that two gentlemen hadtime to open the door and alight before I came up with it. Iobserved that they were both wrapped in cloaks, and appeared toconceal themselves. As they stood side by side near the carriage door,I also observed that they both looked of about my own age, or ratheryounger, and that they were greatly alike, in stature, manner,voice, and (as far as I could see) face too.

"'Doctor Manette, formerly of Beauvais,' said the other; 'theyoung physician, originally an expert surgeon, who within the lastyear or two has made a rising reputation in Paris?'

"'Gentlemen,' I returned, 'I am that Doctor Manette of whom youspeak so graciously.'

"'We have been to your residence,' said the first, 'and not being sofortunate as to find you there, and being informed that you wereprobably walking in this direction, we followed, in the hope ofovertaking you. Will you please to enter the carriage?'

"The manner of both was imperious, and they both moved, as thesewords were spoken, so as to place me between themselves and thecarriage door. They were armed. I was not.

"'Gentlemen,' said I, 'pardon me; but I usually inquire who doesme the honour to seek my assistance, and what is the nature of thecase to which I am summoned.'

"The reply to this was made by him who had spoken second. 'Doctor,your clients are, people of condition. As to the nature of the case,our confidence in your skill assures us that you will ascertain it foryourself better than we can describe it. Enough. Will you please toenter the carriage?'

"I could do nothing but comply, and I entered it in silence. Theyboth entered after me- the last springing in, after putting up thesteps. The carriage turned about, and drove on at its former speed.

"I repeat this conversation exactly as it occurred. I have nodoubt that it is, word for word, the same. I describe everythingexactly as it took place, constraining my mind not to wander fromthe task. Where I make the broken marks that follow here, I leaveoff for the time, and put my paper in its hiding-place.

"The carriage left the streets behind, passed the North Barrier, andemerged upon the country road. At two-thirds of a league from theBarrier- I did not estimate the distance at that time, butafterwards when I traversed it- it struck out of the main avenue,and presently stopped at a solitary house. We all three alighted,and walked, by a damp soft footpath in a garden where a neglectedfountain had overflowed, to the door of the house. It was not openedimmediately, in answer to the ringing of the bell, and one of my twoconductors struck the man who opened it, with his heavy ridingglove, across the face.

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