teresa teng warmly reminds me of grandma and grandpa.
from the taxi cabs to the intercom at the mall, her songs murmured,
which made for a tender week on the island.
i had one free day from shooting and mac said we could do whatever i wanted.
eat through the city, duh. six restaurants in one day.
we went from the most extravagant portugal barnacles (apparently men risked their lives to fetch our lunch)
to the most humble spam and egg sandwich.
(and dim sum, dumplings, everything yummy hong kong had to offer in between.)
this guy mac, he’s all sorts of good people.
somewhere in soho
i stumbled upon an antiquarian shop called indosiam that specialised in rare books and paper goods
and picked up these huge 2×3′ maps from the 1920’s
and a book on french colonial territories in southeast asia, published in 1930.
amid heaven and earth.
currently listening to:
the most appropriate teresa teng song for this post.
香港 香港 和你在一起