Spent the weekend in Shanghai, and I have to admit, I liked it more than I expected to. I have never been one to really enjoy cities, and going to a mega city like Shanghai was rather daunting. D had a work engagement over the weekend, and I just went along to provide company. To be honest, I knew he would be busy and we’d be spending a lot of time in the hotel, so I took the chance to take a break from this work melee I’ve been going through. It’s been a stressful quarter.
Shanghai is female in my mind– Sultry Sexy Sinful ShangHai. It pulses with passion and sex. There’s something seedy about Shanghai, that I cannot quite explain; that undercurrent of lust and seduction. If I had to picture her. She’ll be dressed in a cheongsam, lips painted, hair perfectly coiffed, and a cigarette balanced delicately and deliberately in her perfectly manicured hands.
Caught up with an old friend– it was like the years we spent apart never happened. We shared secrets and laughter; there’s an old familiar comfort of meeting an old connection that was never really lost.
She brought us to this old-school gentle men’s club with wall to wall whiskey shelves and leather backed chairs; much like a movie set from the past. Dimly lit, low murmured conversations, I loved it.
Food in Shanghai was out of this world: close enough in taste to our local palette, fast paced servings, photo-menus for the language-impaired.
Made a new friend in D’s colleague, and we went to a beautiful ancient water town an hour out from the city.
It was a good break, despite the bad timing; and I got to spend some time with my favourite person. We even did period dress up!
I totally dig this look