18 May 2005

first day

Shanghai: We're staying at the Conservatory of Music guesthouse, where wafts of violin music wake us up, where we brush our teeth while listening to student opera singers practice, where the paint is peeling off the walls but the air conditioning is remote-controlled.

Shanghai: They paint with water in the park, calligraphy brushes on the sidewalk. People stop, read, walk on. The water evaporates. The writers leave.

Shanghai: The food really is that good, although what's spicy sometimes looks refreshing and what looks dubious and like a fried plate of dirt can be the best tasting anything in the world.

betholindo at 12:09

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