ividwarmcoloursareoffsetwiththecoldofthemetalandwithasubstantialamountofweight;thehornsareelevatedabovetheirheads,whichinunisonallowsthewomenofMiaotodevelopagracefulstroll.Asthefestivitiesstart,theladieswearingtraditionaloutfitspickuptheirhornsandplacethemontheirheadsbeforeliningupbehindthemasterofceremonialplayingalocalwindinstrument.Thewomenfollowhimin3-1stepmakingacontinuouscircleandaluckyfewtouristsmaybebepermittedtojoinifthecrowdgetsgoing.Thevillagestretchesonandonupthemountain,followingasmallstreamallthewaytothetop.Butwhenyougettothetopyourealizethatthisisjustaplateauandthevillageitselfisinasmallriverbasin.Standingatthetopandwatchingthewoodencitybelow,surroundedbygreenterracesofriceandshimmeringlights,youcan’thelpbutwonderwhetherthisplacechangedallthatmuchoverthecourseofthe500yearsof