10/27/2004 0 Comments
"You know, it really looks like Chinatown here," he said as he was waiting for the barman to bring our drinks over, "except it just keeps going on and on." I was sitting in a bar in Xintiandi, the westernised, pedestrianised bar section of the city with a couple of people I'd just met who work in the Paddock Club, and my new companion was keen to explain how much he was enjoying his trip, but he wasn't really thinking it through too well. In his defense he'd been in the bar for a while. Continue
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