There’s a saying, “Heaven above, Hangzhou below”. Unfortunately, I didn’t get to see Hangzhou’s many breathtaking scenes under the sun. But I did encounter many people under her shades. I concur with the saying. Paradise should be defined by the people, not the place.
In Hangzhou, it’s disrespectful to address the one who commands the wheels of a coach as “driver”. The level of skill needed to navigate a vehicle of this magnitude through many narrow lanes gives such a man the right to be called a “shifu”. His secret lies in resting. No exception even for a master.
Portrait of a snack-maker in He Fang Jie Street. Wherever there’s making, there’s craft. I believe the purpose behind each craft lies in the fact that the making is for people, to enhance their lives. This makes me very proud of what I do. What’s your craft?
A security officer at the Shanghai Disneyland live performance theatre. There’s an air of authority around this gentleman, endorsed by the uniform he was in. I was reminded that with or without uniform, we’re all part of a bigger framework. Do I carry that image well?
You can’t buy happiness but you can buy an ice cream. It’s close enough. At least this boy felt so.
Hangzhou’s He Fang Jie Street packs much of China’s street culture. It was a breath of fresh air to me in contrast to Shanghai Disneyland I visited the day before. Speaking of fresh air, this street vendor begged to differ.
The infamous crab bun in Shanghai’s Chinatown. The consumption experience begins with slurping the bun’s soupy contents through a straw. Who says it’s all chopsticks in China?
Flowers are closely associated with the heart. This bouquet is on its way to brighten someone’s day in Shanghai.
Electric motorcycles are everywhere in Hangzhou. They’re cost-effective, swift and silent, quieter than the sound of my footsteps. It gets better: you don’t need a license nor a helmet to ride one. Vroom is so passè.
The day on the street passes better with some jokes and laughter.