With the chanting pilgrims, we circle Jokhang arriving at the entrance.
The forecourt leading into Jokhang is
invariably packed with devotees prostrating themselves full-length towards the sacred heart of the temple.
We were not allowed to take pictures inside the temple, but the impressions remain.
Entering the temple, we are surrounded by chanting pilgrims pressed together in the dimmly lit interior.
Yak Butter Candles are ablaze on the long altar in front of us. The smell of burning butter prevades, and the floor is slippery from the spilt oil.
We join the pilgrims as they circumambulate the inner temple, murmuring mantras, carrying butter offerings, and spinning the prayer wheels that line the walls. The line of people hugs the walls and weaves slowly in and out of the darkened chapels.
Eventually we find the stairs that take us to the roof.