Archive for October, 2010

28
Oct

Before and after on Sinan Lu

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The contrast on both sides of the streets is only as jarring as you make it to be, or notice at all.

Standing in the middle of Sinan Lu (思南路), facing Fuxing West Lu (复兴西路), one noted commercial development and ostentatious luxury stood face to face with the ghosts of past riches. Yet history and the present are embodied by the tradition of old European-styled villas. Only, the villas on the right had its layout redesigned, foundations tilted sideways, its innards replaced with modern amenities (lifts!), and the courtyards beautified with plenty of commercial landscaping. On the other side of the street stood the original structures, tired, broken down and empty of its occupants.

Aesthetically, Sinan Mansions*, as the new development is called, was … underwhelming. Nevertheless, the swath of new restaurants, lounges and luxury hotels are expected to be warmly received by crowds who would at least appreciate this interpretation of heritage preservation while sipping RMB 100 (USD 15) cocktails and dining in the RMB 40,000 (USD 5970) a night luxury villas.

Distracted by the shiny property development, many passers-by rarely give a second glance to the old villas across the street. After all, they were mostly obscured by walls and tall trees, the way the original owners, wealthy Chinese families and European expats, had intended for privacy. One villa in particular served as an outpost for Kuomintang spies overlooking Zhou Enlai’s residence (73 Sinan Lu), which now serves as a museum.

The collection of old villas (No. 52, 54, 56, Sinan Lu etc) had served (and continue to) as de-facto working spaces and dormitories for many workers building Sinan Mansions across the street. In the courtyards stood large sawing contraptions, loose metal rods, brick and stone and rusting motor engines. Amidst the green foliage, it looked like a scrap yard jungle.

Wandering through the old houses, you’d see stacks of bunk bed structures dismantled and stacked against the walls. Abandoned loose shoes, chopsticks, broken furniture and the occasional underwear were scattered around, denoting signs of past daily lives. The house had been slowly decaying over the years, evidenced by the rotting wood in doors, ceilings, walls and floor, as well as the copious amount of dust wedged in every crevice.

One particular villa which was kept in better shape was filled with occupants, seen by some bolted doors, and unlocked rooms that were outfitted with bunk beds, basic kitchen ware and calendars on the walls.

I chanced upon a danwei (单位/work unit) meeting underway, where a female manager was briefing a group of workers on how to behave as Sinan Mansions opened up to the public.

“Whether you are cleaning or fixing things, make sure to keep your clothes on and look neat. There will be guests walking around, our leaders and some from abroad, so be civilized and do not spit or sleep on the floors!” Everyone laughed nervously.

When they found me skulking nearby with a camera and tripod, a worker, at the insistence of his manager, said politely to me, “We’re having a meeting now, you cannot be here.” As he walked me out, I apologized for interrupting. Pausing, he then whispered, “We finish at about 3pm, you can come back later.”

So what is one to make of all this? It is a matter of days before the orgy of Expo activity comes to an end, and major construction across the city is set to resume. This set of villas are next to be “refurbished” and replicated to complement Sinan Mansions. By the end of the year, this side of Sinan Lu will begin its cosmetic surgery.

September 2010

*Christopher St. Cavish wrote a good overview of what the Sinan Mansions development is all about and explains how you can exercise your wealth  in the various F&B and luxury hotel establishments. Elaine Chow penned a very personal and heartfelt account of family history tied to that part of the neighborhood.

22
Oct

Fruits and vegetables

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Each time I go to the market, I see the same vendors sitting in the same spots, only marked by different clothing and wares.

Each season, the fruits and vegetables would change: peaches and pomegranates in the summer, citrus fruits in the winter, apples all year round.

As do the vendors’ clothing. Summer calls for shorts or capri-pants and sometimes nothing on top (for the men, of course). Winter saw cheap polyester puffy jackets and fingerless gloves to handle money better.

Sometimes, they’d mix their wares up a little. One vendor I know built a contraption to roast sweet potatoes for autumn and winter, and suddenly switched to vegetables in the same portable cart minus his little stove. He’d shed his layers as the weather got warmer, but they seem to be the same pieces of clothing.

Other times, random vendors will disappear for months and then return out of the blue.

“My sister returned to the countryside to give birth to the second child,” the fishmonger said.

“He’s avoiding the police for a while, he’ll be back when the Expo hoopla dies down,” the gadget man drawled in reference to the baker.

“She’s selling vegetables now, not fish. Try the end of the road,” the melon lady pointed out.

Customers would still wear their pyjamas. Fleece in the winter and cotton for the summer. The quantities of food are largely the same, though inflation has affected everyone.

As we transition from summer to fall, clothing is layered and the color of fruits and vegetables turn warmer. But the bustle and noise is a constant.

September 2010

19
Oct

Excuse me, I was in Xinjiang

I apologize for my long absence from the blog. For friends living in China, I hope you had an enjoyable Golden Week holiday, celebrating the National Holidays with good cheer. If you were as crafty as I was, you’d extended it and reveled in an extensive vacation.

I was in Xinjiang, both north and south, hiking mountains and eating too much mutton. The above is a shot of a Kyrgyz nomad wading his horse into Lake Karakul, a spectacular site with undisturbed waters, riveting reflections and air so fresh, I wish I could bottle it and share with you.

For our southern trip of Xinjiang, we traveled part of the Silk Road from Kashgar, passing by Lake Karakul onto Tashkurgan County and landed at the Khunjerab Pass, also known as the Sino-Pakistan border. Altitude sickness got the better of me at over 3,000 meters, making me a miserable cow that evening. Below is a sweeping and stunning view of the Pamir Mountains.

I had also spent a good part of the second week in a 4×4 speeding up north to Lake Kanas, a beautiful nature reserve that borders with Russia and Kazakhstan. In spite of the endless hours traveling through no-man’s land and seeing more sheep and cows to last me for a lifetime, I realized I’ve barely covered half of Xinjiang, being 1/6 of China’s land mass.

You can view a selection of photos and travel commentary from my Xinjiang trip over here, which I will continue to update.

Meanwhile, we resume regular programming here at Shanghai Street Stories. I’ve missed you all.




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