The French Concession, Xīntāndì and Sherpa's
August 10th 2008 MT, J, E and T climbed into the backseat of the taxi while I stepped into the front seat. J gave the driver directions. As we exited the raised highway, I was somewhat surprised to find myself on a tree-lined street. In fact, I would soon learn that all the streets are lined in trees in the French Concession.
Of course, it was hot and muggy again as E inevitably informed us upon exiting the ca
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