West Lake, an hour and a half on the bullet train from Shanghai.This is the timeless legendary, mystical place written about in numerous Chinese classics, fallen in love with, cried over, drowned in... the delicate green water, floating lotus, lonely pagodas, drifting clouds... words nor ten scenes do it justice.
Little kids watching a squirrel; A chilly small bay which old boats "come to die"; A cat couple on a stroll; lady fishing for snails for a fry up
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