In the middle of Wan Chai the ancient Tin Hau temple crouches in between high rise office and commercial buildings. All day long, a steady stream of mostly elderly people visit, bowing at the entrance, and enter to pray. Often they bring paper totems to burn, offerings to their ancestors; a paper car for uncle, a paper shirt. Shops specialise in selling an array of goods for those departed to the afterlife, all flammable. You can even purchase fake paper money.
Sophie Pettit, Assistant Editor