While watering the flowers at my mum and dads graveside, I heard music coming from the direction of the park. The music sounded like trumpets and chanting. Curious, I rode my bicycle over there to see what it was. A large group of Chinese appeared to be having a celebration. Many were dressed in white and looked as if they were preparing for Tai Chi. I stood close by the bridge, staring at them, hoping that I looked harmlessly fascinated and not stupid rude.