From Shanghai Street Stories:
Standing by the river, I watched the wind whip the clouds playfully as they gathered and rolled. The sun gained strength as it grew higher, its bold rays streaking across the skyline.
I’ve never seen Shanghai like this before.
It was as if the Bund belonged only to me, … and a few others. The average age was 50 and above. Retired kite-flyers, joggers and the occasional lone photographer peppered the Bund. The enduring landmark was being enjoyed by its residents, as it rightfully should.
It was about 7am when a large group of elderly folk began their morning excercise. The peaceful strains of qigong jarred unharmoniously with a nearby blaring radio entertaining some cha-cha dancers.
Just as the tourists started arriving. it was time to leave. I walked toward the city as it opened up and swallowed me back into the noise and bustle.
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