A Few Days in Shanghai, September 2018
Shanghai this week, and today ran from high above Lujiazui down to river level. From up in the tower you look down on the Oriental Pearl — down, which takes a second to register — with the Huangpu bending around it and boat traffic still moving well after dark. By daylight the same window shows how far the city actually goes: blocks of apartment towers past the river all the way to the haze, everything grey under the cloud cover.
Dinner was a long table, fourteen or so of us, white wine in everyone's hand and red berries in little arrangements down the tablecloth. A lot of toasting.
Afterward we crossed to the Bund, the old waterfront district on the west bank of the Huangpu — about a kilometer and a half of it along East Zhongshan Road — and stood with everyone else facing Pudong across the water. One tower spelled out 我❤上海 top to bottom in lights, then switched to I ♥ SH for the rest of us. The Pearl Tower ran through blue, then orange, then green while I leaned on the railing. Ferries kept crossing the whole time, dragging the reflections apart and back together.