Location, location, location.

The studio apartment where I was staying was spacious, by Chinese standards. There was a microwave oven, a refrigerator, and even a
little washing machine in the bathroom. There was a gate keeper at the entrance on the first floor, and another off the main courtyard.
Downstairs,there was an ornamental arch, a well stocked gold fish pond, and a wooden bridge. But I felt very isolated, for the place was several miles from the office, and the high rise apartment was very anonymous.
I longed for the tiny hotel room on shizi qiaoLion Bridge Road), where I lived two summers ago. Lion Bridge Road is a "walking street," where vehicles are not permitted, where you get to know people. Today, I moved, and I feel a lot better.
Pictures: Courtyard of the high rise apartment house; Dinner with
Lishi Yanmeng (Tim), an old friend who works near Lion Bridge Road.