To look for a plain shop for some local breakfast, I ventured out of my hotel. The temperature was just right, if you were in the shade. The traffic was mad, with cars, bicycles, and people on foot, all jammed at intersections. I saw a woman pushing away a bike's wheel in order to across the street. I wondered how far I could walk...
Not very far, just a block here and there. I couldn't stand the heat under the sun, or the noises all around me, mainly from cars and horns. I retreated to my shelter, the hotel. Grabbing a bag of pastry, I admit I am nothing but a timid visitor from a foreign land.
The sweet bread with a touch of red beans was pretty good. I called Y.C., but she was on her way to the Pudong Airport. I should have called her yesterday.