Somehow, living in a swanky apartment building on the main shopping street just doesn't cut it. I mean, it's cool to live upstairs from an H&M. If I want a McDonald's ice cream cone, I have a choice of 5 different locations within walking distance. When I want to feel underdressed, I can just go walking in the fancy mall, past Hugo Boss, Armani, Burberry, and a bunch of other stores I'd never shop at. But it doesn't feel particularly Chinese.
So one day we went walking the other way. And right around the corner, there it was: real China.
In these pictures you'll notice that many things are run down and old. That's not exactly what I mean by "real." Instead, it's the feeling of community, the fact that this is where real people live, work, eat, and sleep. These people are neighbors and friends, instead of customers and employees.
In the background is our high-rise apartment, right next-door to this one, which is probably somewhere in line for becoming another high-rise building in the future.
In front of our neighborhood Xinjiang restaurant, they have a sheep tied to a light pole. It was there for several days, but last time I passed, I didn't see it.
Not sure how old this building is, but we love the vintage Lei Feng painting. And Kevin would make a good model for modern socialist propaganda, too.

A fruit-and-vegetable market spilling onto the front steps.
If there's one thing I miss about the last several places we've lived, it's the gardens. Our shopping street has literally not a single living plant on it, not even trees. The park is a 20-minute walk away, and it's a little sad to have so little green around.
But in an apartment courtyard, we found this little garden. They told us the retired people in the complex care for this garden. Penny liked the bugs.
1 comment:
awwww, I really miss that China!
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