This city is best when you lose your way. It’s the hidden side streets, the open markets, street side scallop shuckers and steaming bowls of dumplings that breathe life into the sometimes soulless Shanghai.
The back streets of Old Town overflow on the weekends with swarming groups of Chinese people eager to purchase cheap bags of bok choy or a new pet cricket. If they aren’t buying goods then they are betting on cards. The desperate gamblers wave wads of 100s frantically, hoping that they beat the odds.
We continue to sway from one group to the other, with no control over where we end up. It’s like being caught in a vicious ocean that just wants you to consume, eat and repeat. My only solace is a steaming Bao Zi and a cup of delicious won ton, the chilli warming my belly. A little dazed and lethargic we retreated back to our apartment. Sleep is needed, if I can get some.