The Bund here in Shanghai did its best London impression the other day.
I feel the need often in this wandering life to coin a word that means ‘anachromism, but in space rather than time.’
It’s the feeling that one gets when your new travels remind you forcefully of the previous ones. It’s Peruvian panpipes at Seoul Station. It’s single malt Scotch in Shanghai. It’s a wrapped scarf from India on the Front Range of Colorado.
I just wish that our laundry would dry in fewer than five days.