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Goodbye Shanghai

ARTIST RESIDENCY CHINA — SHANGHAI, no. 46

Shanghai

It is appropriate for friends and food to be at the center of my last night in China. Wang arranged for himself and his three university students who had been my guides to meet for an evening meal. After finding his first choice closed, we had dinner at a Xinjiang-style restaurant. Later walking on a dark street, we passed a group of people crouched on a dimly lit sidewalk next to a panel truck. Only after threading our way between their scattered work was it clear they were sorting hundreds of priority mail packages on the ground. We walked to the Bund where Pudong’s cartoon architecture and the Oriental Pearl cycled through a gaudy light show across the river. The whole night Wang carried a gift he’d brought for me: a traditional ceramic tea set. The case was repeatedly opened and searched the next day by security on my return through Shanghai and Beijing airports.

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taking our dinner request

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any sidewalk

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the city at night walking to the Bund

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the Nanjing Road at night

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the Peace Hotel at night

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with my fantastically generous hosts, photograph taken by a passing stranger

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Pudong from the Bund, the Shanghai Tower half dark (right)

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