In an effort to get this blog up to date on my picture a day project that I’ve been running on my Facebook page since the first day of 2014, I’m going to post one week of pictures per post until caught up; I will then post one picture a day.
Week One: January 2-8
Day Two: Moving forward and not looking back; Traditional neighborhoods crumble and are replaced with high rise apartment blocks and luxury developments. Few people are nostalgic for the ‘good old days’ and little effort is made to preserve the old lilongs. — in Xuhui, China.
Day Three: this cobbler reads the newspaper while he waits for customers. His sidewalk shop is down the block from our apartment, on the corner of Weifeng Xi Lu and Pudong Lu.
Day Four: We woke up to air the color and texture of dirty dryer lint. so we changed plans and instead of a visit to Yuan Gardens we spent the day inside reading and napping. In the evening we ventured out to get a massage. I forgot my camera, so day four is a picture of a young woman eating a meal by the light of the bus shelter advertisement, taken with my Nokia Lumia 920.
Day Five: On a Sunday afternoon walk after church we passed this man installing artwork into this wall–complete with gold frames. This section of the Former French Concession (FFC) has many art and music businesses and schools. — with Melinda Hoyt at French Concession.
Day Six: This is a look into Southeast New Village, the Chinese neighborhood across the road from our apartment compound. Chinese neighborhoods, here in Shanghai, attempt to replicate in some way traditional villages and are fenced, gated and have security guards stationed at the entrances. Inside the lanes you’ll find small shops and restaurants, and a great deal of community living.
Day Seven: It rained today. I took the #9 metro line to Xintiandi to drop off a package at Melinda’s office. On the walk from the metro stop I spotted this group of tourists visiting the ‘Model Quarter” a historic Shikumen housing unit that was the historic location of the Korean diplomatic house.
Day Eight: This is our corner fruit vendor: they arrive in the early to mid afternoon and stay until late than in the evening (I can see this corner from the guest bedroom balcony –that is our apartment building in the background–and they will often be there as I am turning out lights and going to bed). In the beginning, we bypassed them and bought our fruit from the small, western-style grocery down the block, mostly out of food safety concerns and partly because prices are not marked and we didn’t want to pay the inflated “laowai” price, but the woman is a very good merchant and every time I walked past I was greeted with a friendly smile, a wave and an exuberant “Ni Hao!” One day, she handed me a banana as I walked past, another day an orange. The day after that I bought my first bag of fruit. It’s delicious. Is it safe? Who knows, it’s China. Do I pasy more than the Chinese customers pay? Probably, but the prices are reasonable and certainly no higher than the grocery store, so I do my part and buy local.