We had heard that our home shipment was finally going to be delivered on Sunday (after almost 10 weeks), so Richard and I agreed that we didn’t want to do anything too much on Saturday. Instead we decided to take a stroll around Dong Tai Lu – this is a street filled with antique and curios stalls. I had been briefly on my tour of the subway system, but had wanted to take the family back for a proper look. It is an amazing little street filled with all sorts of relics (me included). I love the atmosphere and the stall holders are so sweet. None of them are pushy, instead they are all smiling and saying hello and even let me take photos of them. I love this area; it is so interesting and such a contrast to Xintiandi and the modern side of Shanghai. The people are so fascinating, I could just sit and people watch all day. One problem was negotiating the little narrow street with 3 small children – there are people on push-bikes, scooters, electric bikes, and small vans and trucks coming and going in all directions. I spent the first 5 minutes shouting at the kids to watch where they were going and to stay alert of their surroundings. I then had to eat humble pie as I turned to see an older lady on a pushbike heading straight towards me. I had nowhere to go and rather than avoid me, she simply stumbled off her bike and proceeded to chew me out in Chinese as she got back on board and headed off. I am still not sure how it was my fault since she was coming at me from behind, but hey, I am the visitor in this nation and I do not yet have the avoidance instinct that every Chinese person in Shanghai is born with. It is like watching a ballet watching the traffic here. How they avoid each other amazes me, they get so close and are headed in all directions, but they very rarely collide or even get upset. I have yet to see any real road rage, which is so different from being in South Florida, where it is everyman (or woman) for himself.
After Dong Tai Lu, we headed over the street to another area which contains the market and the wet market (fruit, vegetables, and meat). We decided not to go to deep inside the wet market building since the kids were with us and we didn’t want them seeing anything strange or scary. We did however; spend a long time wandering around with the locals looking at the market. I was one of maybe 5 or 6 westerners in the whole place, I really enjoy that. This is the China I have come to see and absorb. Everyone is full of smiles and the sights, sounds and smells are nothing like you have ever seen. One of the first curios we saw was a man selling snakes in a bag. I am not sure why and really didn’t get close enough to find out, but the kids thought it was awesome. To get a feel for the action, I had Richard video a little, since photos would never do the experience justice. It felt like we were treading water in an ocean that never stopped. There were waves of people walking and on scooters and bikes coming at us from all directions. It truly is amazing. In one area of the street market there were a lot of vendors on the pathway selling live crabs. Apparently they are in season right now and quite a delicacy. Seeing them clawing their way out of pots, buckets and plastic tubs was a little different to seeing the lobsters at the grocery stores in the US.
One of my favorite sights was the elderly man who was having the wax dug out of his ears by a (medical or barber) man in the street. I took his picture, but he was not happy about it. I told Richard that I am very respectful and conscious of people’s privacy, but hey I was not the one getting my ear cleaned out in the middle of a busy market place. If he wanted privacy, he really should rethink his choice of location.
At one point Richard and the two younger kids got ahead of Aimee and I. During this time, Aimee and I were watching the older men with the many small cans who had formed a line along the street. We couldn’t see what they were doing so went for a closer look. A small group of middle aged men took us under their wing and introduced us to the delights of crickets. There were hundreds of them of shapes and sizes, and apparently it was cricket fighting season. The locals buy their hopefuls and then they and their friends gamble on which cricket will win. Aimee and I liked listening to them and at first we thought they were selling them as pets. I guess we have watched too many episodes of Sawga, where the magistrate has the singing cricket. We caught up with Richard and the kids and told them all about our little chat with the men with their crickets. It really is wonderful how complete strangers take us into their world for a closer look. The experience our children are getting is amazing.
On the way back to meet Xiao He, we took a little detour through the pet market. We saw all kinds of animals and birds. There were tanks of brightly colored fish, a chipmunk, puppies, kittens, mice, and tons of turtles and birds. There was also a whole section dedicated to crickets. Our kids love all the fish and I am sure at some point we will have fish of our own. Now we no longer have a cat, I don’t have an excuse not to have them. Before we met Xiao He, we popped into a local store and picked up a couple of snacks and drinks and headed to the small public park to rest. Sitting in the park was so cool, the weather was perfect and the snacks and drinks hit the spot. Within a few minutes a little boy of about 3 years old had taken a shone to Aimee and was following her as she ran around with Hansen and Cadence. There were a few grandparents there with their little grandchildren getting some exercise. Again, even though we really can’t communicate, we somehow are taken in by these incredible people and they make us feel so welcome. They love to practice the little English they know and generally just hang close-by watching us and smiling. One thing I feel is completely inadequate in my Chinese language. I would so love to be able to talk more than a few words and learn more about their lives.
Soon enough it was time to go home. We called Xiao He and he came out of nowhere to collect us. As we said our farewells to the grandma and the little boy and loaded into the car, a man came to practice his diabolo juggling (that is the spinning cup/yoyo thing they throw in the air on a string between two sticks). Somehow he made it look very easy, but having tried to do it myself last year at Chinese summer camp I know it really is not easy at all.
Just before the kids went to bed, they and Richard sang Happy Birthday and presented me with my cards and a Moon Cake complete with chopsticks in-lieu of candles. Even though I had said I didn’t want anything, of course I was still spoiled. I got a couple of dvd’s, some beautiful drawings and handmade cards from the kids, and two gift cards to the local Massage Spa. I can now be manicured, pedicured and massaged to my heart’s content while the kids are in school. My final gift was the one that meant the most to me. It was a certificate from Richard for $420 ($10 for every year of my life) to be donated to a charity of my choice. Of course, I know exactly who that is going to.
All in all it was the perfect day. I have written 6 pages to journal the day and almost 600 photos to capture it, but what really matters is that I will remember in my heart forever.
Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away.




















