It’s been a week now, and I can foresee nothing but love for Beijing. Flip on over to Sanlitun or Golou Daijie, the ancient hutong area where I was earlier this afternoon, and supposedly this is where you’ll find more Laowai, or foreigners. Although the grey stone path was crumbling beneath our feet and the dusty red lanterns loomed wearily above, behind each and every door was a scene reminiscent of Studio 16 ½ in Fan Tan Alley, or Temple of a Modern Girl Boutique on Main. A “book bar,” I’m thrilled to have discovered, is an antique decored coffee shop lounge bar type thing, full of books to read while
you bypass a cold wintery day sipping Yanjing beer. Across the street are artisan shops that hardly appeal to your average touristica. Beauty, eh? Fang, as mentioned, is a girl who has also been assigned a job with Xiaoyun as a junior sales assistant/ interpreter/ tour guide for Sharon. She’s also from the year of the tiger (1986), studying marketing at Tsinghua university.
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