Before I’d even moved to Shanghai, my parents promised they’d come visit me. They were curious, they said, as to how much China had changed in the 10 years since we lived here. To be honest, I wasn’t sure they’d come. It’s not that they usually don’t do what they promise (because they do, I mean, they’re my parents, it’s all in line with ‘setting an example’ in ‘don’t make a promise you can’t keep’ or whatever other principles parents adhere to) but Shanghai is slightly eh.. far away. Looking back on it now, I don’t know why I ever doubted their intention. Their plane touched down last Thursday. For a week, we roamed the streets of the city they once knew so well. We went sight-seeing at Yuyuan Gardens, rummaged through the Chinese goods on the antique street (Dongtai lu), and strolled along the Bund. We ate yummy Peking Duck, sweet and sour fish, and Sichuan hotpot. I showed them my apartment and took them to the local ‘restaurants’ where I eat dinner. I showed them Fudan. I showed them where I buy my vegetables. And my mom took pictures. A lot of them. 223, to be exact. A little bit too much to show on this blog, so I picked my favorites and posted them below!
What do you think? Shanghai through the eyes of my mother is pretty beautiful huh.