Travel day between Beijing and Shanghai means a trip from the hotel to the Beijing South Railway Station. The newer railway stations that handle the high speed bullet trains are never quite as crowded, or chaotic as the stations that handle the older trains, the ones that feature hard sleepers and standing room only spots, although there always seems to be twice as many travelers are there are seats.
Summer in Beijing: sunny, hot and humid. Wednesday was cloudy and in the 80’s (F), but Thursday and Friday has brought blues sky and abundant sunshine, raising the temperature into the mid-90’s (I have no idea what the humidity is, but suffice it to say the air is thick and sticky). Sunny days bring out umbrella vendors like a thunderstorm in NYC, but instead of small, black, collapsible rain umbrellas, the ones sold here are mostly bright and frilly parasols (or small, rainbow umbrella hats)
After 102 consecutive days of taking and posting a photograph the streak comes to an end. We arrived home last night after a week in Beijing and today’s gray, wet day was a perfect excuse to stay in the house, finish watching the last three episodes of this season’s House of Cards (dang, Frank Underwood!), take a nap and begin laying out our suitcases for next Sunday’s trip to the United States–a week in Seattle, nine nights in NYC, and a month in Boise with Hannah, Mike (lucky guy!) and soon-to-be granddaughter Mia Sharp.
This picture was taken this past week, in Beijing. In the mostly monotone environs of the hutongs–the walls, the roofs and the sky all covered in an ashen gray– this wall jumped out. And the inscription–“Wherever my parents go, that is my home.” really struck a cord with me, given the huge numbers of families that are split apart by the urbanization that is modern day China.