Mazu's image has been moved into the open air and surrounded by offerings,
flowers and gifts. People kneel to pray on the pillows in front her
altar. Even tots barely old enough to sit alone are placed on the pillows
to bow to the goddess.
Thousands stand on the ceremonial terrace, but the venturesome ones
sit on the rock outcroppings or high in the trees. Girls and boys scramble
to the top of the temple rooftops, and perch, one leg on either side
of the peak. I have been given access to the highest floor of the bell
tower: literally a bird's eye view.