Breakfast in China
Apr 15th, 2007 by Michael Max
It is a kaleidoscope of sizzle and boil, clanging, chatter, horns, slurping and the ever present squeaking of wheels. At at time when most Americans are stumbling through coffee, the Chinese have swarmed onto the breakfast street.
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Soup and noodles.
Bao zi, you tiao, cigarettes and cabbage.
Steamed buns, rice gruel, flat breads, fruits.
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Tables that spill into the streets, life flowering under an ever grey sunless sky.
Great to read you day by day. Glad to hear you got over that cold so quickly (last post). I love your photos, all of them. Makes me long to travel myself.
Well, I seem to come here on a regular basis, and don’t that changing in the near future. So, just plan to come along sometime. We can enjoy breakfast in the street!!
Hey Michael, you’re a good writer–what a surprise!
A good travel writer, too. Nice photos and impressions.
Thanks Guy,
It is actuallly easy to write about life here. It is, as the Chinese would say, “colorful!”