We’re in  Zhuqiao Village (祝桥镇), again. I love these old streets, filled with market stands or scooters and trikes parked everywhere. These alleys are so full of life, devoid of big brands with their uniform protocols and brand guidelines. And because the whole scale of it is smaller than modern shopping malls, everything feels so cozy. People walk in pajamas, mothers carry children, delivery drivers come and go, fish are being filleted, sugar cane is cut, and a worker climbs a ladder to install some electricity wiring. When we’ll live in Europe again, it’s these lanes I’ll miss most. We’re buying a bun that the seller refers to as a potsticker (锅贴), and it’s a type I’ve never seen before.

Later that day, rapeseed fields (油菜花) Yaolu Village (腰路村) about 15 kilometers further.