The skies were blue
The trees were bare
French in part
Shanghai at heart
Even with the cool winter air
Warm hearts were there
Dance, play mahjong
Or take a stroll with mum
Welcome to Fuxing Park
Look up, head raised high,
Beauty hides plainly in sight,
Not just a blue sky,
In modern rushed lives,
Head oft down, in phones we drown,
Wake up! it’s a choice.
I had a dream-like three weeks in shanghai earlier this year. I want to introduce you to m50; the contemperary art district.
Shanghai itself is a bit of an enigma, it’s China of course; but also very much it’s own place. The history is fascinating and provides background perspective on the modern day relationship between east and west. Shanghai also has it’s own dialect and other Chinese people may consider the Shanghainese as overly proud.
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