老朋友，new beijing

I have been a total delinquent blogger of late and would like to extend my apologies to my vast and devoted reader-base (or not! Hi Dad.) Between having the lovely and talented Miss. Erin Child as my guest here in beautiful, breezy Beijing (again: not! It’s like 1997 up in here.) and trying to tie up loose ends before I kick it over to the America for holiday time, I have been a neglecting this here blog. Fear not, intrepid reader! Having a guest visit Beijing (and most places, for that matter) opens your eyes to all the cool things you overlook on the day to day or lose in the smog.

In any case, Erin’s visit has allowed me the chance to visit and revisit a lot of touristy places, a lot of dumpling restaurants, but also a lot of amazing Beijing places that have been hovering somewhere outside of my radar.

While meandering through hutongs near Gulou, Erin and I stumbled across Fangjia Hutong, or Fangjia 46. A lot of people are calling this little oasis of art galleries, cafes, art stores, and a jazz club (or in Chinese terms, “a creative neighborhood”) in the midst of a Gulou Hutong “the new 798.” Now, I feel like that’s neither true nor necessarily a good thing, but Fangjia 46 has an unmistakable charm and calm that could certainly propel it status as Beijing’s next big little art area. The few galleries didn’t have shows up, but seemed to host studios and exhibition spaces with definite potential. There’s also a great theater in Fangjia 46 that’s apparently hosted some amazing dance and theater and may soon also show…film screenings? Eh?

Ever since I got to Beijing, all of my Chinese friends have been advising me vehemently to go the zoo. I mean, I like baby pandas as much as the next person, but I didn’t really feel that compelled to trek all the way across Beijing in winter to see giraffes and whatever. Much to my surprise, most of these friends (who are, incidentally, mostly female and in their 20s) were not talking about the ZOO Zoo with, like, animals, but rather the 动物园 Market–the Chinese discount clothing market across the street from the Beijing Zoo. Call me a heartless capitalist: I like pandas, but I REALLY like ridiculous Chinese clothes.

The Zoo Market (which is, of course, located above a bus depot) is a shocking Mecca of absurd Chinese fashion. Pleated leather miniskirts! Literally–LITERALLY the world’s largest concentration of bejeweled sweater-vests. But all that was only of passing fancy to Erin and I–we were after the Chinglish t-shirts.
Long story short, we limited our purchases to t-shirts adorned with pictures of small houses and the inexplicable phrase “CAT POWER WILL NEVER STOP.” (Perfect for: encouraging the prowess of certain cats or Cats, or really, really long Cat Power concerts.) I also got a sweatshirt with the word BOHEMIANS splashed across a face in lieu of a nose.

Oh Beijing. You’ve done it again.

We’ve also had some slightly more standard Beijing adventures: Forbidden City, Temple of Heaven, Summer Palace, etc. We have learned that Ming Dynasty architecture is nothing if not consistent and that no where is too cold, too boring, or too far if you’re with your 好朋友。

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