I went to the National Art Museum over the weekend. The resurgence in Red culture that has been a feature of China today- a whole crew of art students were presumably told to go sketch at Yan’an.
This was the place of the beginning of my family’s folklore, and the Catholic church, in the sketch I snapped, which was left behind by missionaries, was renamed the 中央大礼堂 or Central Committee Hall (roughly translated).
This happens to be the place where my grandma and grandpa held their wedding.