Pensive Pool

And then i turned and walked on to the back of Xing Tian Di.


I chanced upon this pond. I saw children running about, mothers sharing a gossip or two by the steps, best friends busking under the noon sun. And i thought to mysef, why not! From my bag, i fished out the book i carried everywhere and my bun. I set on the steps, bit into the bread and flipped open the pages.


So after i burnt myself a nasty pink, i continued on to Fuxing Park. It was such a joy to be there, watching them old men beating each other in their own game.

Even more beautiful were the dancers waltzing in and out of my way. I guess this is one of the many reasons why i am so in love with Shanghai (or maybe even China? I dont know).