In this small restaurant, the “kitchen” was in front of the shop, and all the necessary ingredients and prepared foods were laid out for customers to see and choose. Many restaurants here had a similar set-up. Sitting in the back where the tables were, I listened to their exchange. From the tone of her voice, I could tell that he was a regular. He was asking her what was good tonight. She spoke fast like a rolling dice on a hardwood floor, and he spoke slowly in a deep voice.
Before this trip, I had a misconception about Chinese language being unmusical, but being surrounded by spoken Chinese on the streets for a week, my perception changed. I carried a phrase book with me all the time and did my best to speak as much Chinese as I could. To my surprise, it was a lot of fun to speak this language.
Chinese language resembles a ukelele, a happy instrument. Maybe you can’t play Mozart with it, but who cares? It has its own playfulness and musicality. Even after coming back to Tokyo, the sound of Chinese were still reverberating in my ears for two or three days.
#Taiwan Journal 2: Layering
#Taiwan Journal 1: Sunflowers and Barricades
Bike dominos is the worst. What's the solution for this? Double kickstands?
First foray into manga, but immensely enjoying 深夜食堂. Light stuff, very Japanese w/ subtlety and attention to detail.
Biking through a street market on Minsheng West Road, down to Zhongshan North Road.
Diving into Heisig with Micah.
羅素福路; 7:30 AM.
Typhoon Soulik love at Cafe Macho