Shanghai is the spectacular meeting point of modern and antique; traditional and urbanised; diversity and community. It is the equilibrium of colourful chaos and ancient order. But it’s not just the faces and fashions that make Shanghai so magical – but the place itself. The city is especially beautiful because the buildings look like library shelves, and every window is a story – which is why the faces of Shanghai are flesh and cement.
A cashier in Old Town looks at her phone and I hide behind my camera.
A group of women barter with the cashier at a sweet shop.
A woman whizzes past on her motorcycle and the architecture of Old Town spectacularly contrasts the city skyscrapers.
A man photographs our group as we pass by.
‘Twinning’ is a fabulous fashion that I noticed in all three cities – whereby couples or friends wear identical outfits, such as the girls on the right.
“He looks so wise” This man was sitting outside a massage parlour and he really was too beautiful to not photograph.
In a massage parlour in an alley, this lady gave me a massage that made me want to never leave my seat again.
It was an incredible experience that began with soaking our feet in buckets of warm water and having our shoulders massaged, and ended with a delicious foot rub with Chinese oils. All the while, a sitcom set in a hospital and then a police station, had played in the background.
Our tour guide, Terry, undoubtedly telling one of his ‘Terry Tales’, which will end in a hehe-haha chuckle.
The view from my hotel bedroom was nothing short of incredible.
The hotel was built into the side of an stadium – it is the most ideal set up for any visiting football fan.
The Bund is the best viewpoint for the city skyline along the river.
The buildings stand like soldiers and lollipops, saluting the familiar taste of colonial encounters.
Ah, the airport. Where chapters finish and stories begin; the sun sets and the sky dims.
A man and a woman repack a suitcase outside the entrance to Terminal 2. I wonder if they are carrying souvenirs or gifts – are they coming or leaving – what are they searching for, and will they ever find it? (we ask ourselves our entire lives)
And the so the adventure ends, and my story becomes quiet, but not muted…