Jiangxi is a Chinese ink painting: the mists of Lushan, the villages of Wuyuan, the blue-and-white of Jingdezhen's kilns. The province that gave China its porcelain capital still smells of kiln fire and autumn.
Mount Lushan is the summer mountain where fog is the norm — Su Shi's famous line about not seeing the true face of Lushan makes sense the moment you arrive. Wuyuan is the painted Huizhou village, roofs drying chilli and corn in autumn. And Jingdezhen, the thousand-year porcelain capital, still fires kilns that have burned since the Song.
Nanchang mixed noodles are the breakfast soul of the city: rice noodles in chilli oil with peanuts and pickled radish. Earthen-jar soup slow-simmers in giant clay urns. And artemisia with cured pork is the spring dish of Poyang Lake — fresh greens, salty pork, one simple plate.
Photos: Lushan, Wuyuan — via Wikimedia Commons, CC-licensed. Licenses and authors available on the original file pages.