An almost arbitrarily selected route, if not for the frequency it had been traveled over the course of a few weeks. From home to the electronic markets at Xisi to HomeShop, with a few smelly sites on the way.
|It's a nice house, a little dark so we keep the door open. Our neighbor hates it when we have the door open, I hear him hiss "shabi" as he stumbles past in his long johns.
It's also a favorite meeting place of the tricyclists, who play games with shreds of cardboard and old radishes right outside out door.
|A neighbor is expanding her house into the parking lot next door without regard (or with quite impressive disregard) for what the authorities will think. She is doing it by hand, with what seem like found materials, and has written a statement in chalk on her house's exterior. She had reported to us that she was tired of the smell of piss of the miscreants whose taste is to avoid the adjacent public toilets, wafting through the cracks in her house. Usually when I stop by to chat there is a young security guard standing nearby.
|The only thing uglier than garbage is an authoritarian sign. The courtyard house across the street was under renovation for a long time. Then finally a hive of government officials with audis moved in. It's like living just outside the gates to a medieval fortress, with the door man opening when the hot and humming black sedans honk their returns.
They recently took the liberty of installing a sign to urge the proper etiquette with regard to trash.
|Dreams Travel Youth Hostel: Already last year they treated their rustic-looking decking with something extremely toxic-smelling. It still stinks and I hold my breath every time I pass.
|pressing engagement: I don't know if I exactly love these shandong pancakes, but as a familiar particularity in this area, I go out of the way just to break large bills here.
|crumbs: I bring the pancake to the park and sit down. This type of park design is not extremely common in Beijing, kind of like a greenbelt. I notice the simulation tactics of the sweeper in front of me; stopping and staring into the mid-distance, leaning on his broom, then shuffling over a few meters and stopping and staring again.
|Our life and death with my shop together: A shopfront that was allowed for a surprisingly and suspiciously long duration to publicize their dissatisfaction with the forced demolition brought about by the subway expansion. In the end, it was all knocked down.
|sweet smell of this tree
|low wall: perhaps my favorite view from a public urinal.
|北头 & 北二 beitou & bei 2: between both of these alleys, there are perhaps a dozen roast mutton restaurant. by the time I arrive to HomeShop I smell like barbecue sauce.
|the blind man who lives in the alley
|the man who sits on the corner
|as the pedal so the ankle