Old Shanghai

We tasted new Chinese meals in an expensive cafeteria of the old Shanghai before taking a walk in those narrow streets. I fell in love with the ambient disorder. While some people sell food on the sidewalk, others hang their wet clothes to wooden sticks fixed to buildings. Scents of cooked meals tickle our nose; we keep dodging the kids running around us and the bicycles trying to make their way out the crowd. Slowly quitting the neighborhood, we visit some houses as “naïve & curious tourists”, with this permanent eye dialog we have with Chinese people, who usually stare at tourists as they pass by.

It reminds me of Istanbul, you can find the exact same scenery in the Tarlabaşı district i guess.