Maybe this evening calls for a little time spent outside of the Shanghai Museum. You slept in a bit and then skyped with a few late bird/insomniac relatives. Bought some dubious prepack "cookies" from the corner convenience store -- they have cream centers, black sesame seeds on their surface and "GRAINS" stamped on each side. As suspected, the "cookies" are a confused, unsatisfying hybrid, though clearly a less frightening option than the miscellaneous meat morsels bobbing in an orangey bath underneath heat lamps. The not-cookies create a middling breakfast layer, along with a super-sweet Nescafe "coffee drink." Ready to go? Ready. Take line 4 to Century Ave where you switch lines, along with a veritable stadium of people, all following huge color coordinated floor arrows (Line 9 is Powder Blue, Line 6 is Red, Line 4 is Purple). But you want to go to People's Square, so you follow leaf green arrows to Line 2. The People's Square stop funnels you into the midst of a tacky tacky indoor mall which feels like it extends for miles. Leather and pleather and rhinestone trinkets; shop names like "Thousand Colors," side avenues of salons and scores of shop clerks, leaning on counters, slumping in chairs, as utterly bored as they'd be anywhere else in the world.
Finally, you decide on one of the thirteen or so exits. As you climb up the stairs, the humidity blankets you. But, that's okay! you are on an adventure!
|On right, the Park Hotel, built in 1934 by Laszlo Hudec, based on the American Radiator Building|
|Watching the ride, listening to screams, before the second picture posers approached.|
|Bamboo step exit from park. Back to commerce and heavy traffic|
|The appropriately futuristic Urban Planning Exhibition Center|
|No chance to go in, but I have heard great things.|
|Not the chocolate! yes, the chocolate.|
|Adidas Advertising, Dragon Style|
|The second park had speaker stones, from which marching band type music emanated, full of pomp and circumstance.|
I laughed and called back "Helllllooooo! How are you?"
At which point he burst out laughing and continued on.
|First view of the Shanghai Museum, in the shape of a Ding, ancient food vessel. Bonus tucked-up shirt!|
|what's better than sitting by a museum fountain, listening to patriotic music?|
|Watching an elderly man fly his kite in the midst of it.|
|There was a 45 min. line to get through museum security.|