The pagoda was an indescribably tatty chrome-plated paperweight from Chatuchak market; the rather improbable dragons are from the same source (Ch'in bronzesmiths would never have been able to handle that scale - in fact, I think Cellini would have found it tricky). The little gatehouse was from a similarly tacky tourist nick-nack vendor. The walls I made from rubbers (= erasers, for our two-of-clubs trumped friends), sprayed with leftover glossy aerosol and rolled in old coffee grounds (they're also good for nitrate-rich fertiliser, btw).
Sorry about the duplication. I'm an abacus person, myself; my wife's the electro-cyber-savant.