Songshan nostalgia

I remember roaming through the vibrant, old, slightly mysterious Raohe night market for vietnamese sandwiches and medicinal herbs. And the usual late evening snack among families having dinner on tin stalls, gamblers, couples’ cute food on sticks and the constant shouting of a thousand sellers or so.

The equally vibrant, old and slightly mysterious Ciyou temple sits next to the start of Raohe street.

 

Going past the captivating facade on one lazy noon and to the back side. Unexpectedly smooth?

 

And, across the street, the wall separating Songshan neighborhood from Keelung river. Pass the gate and what do you find — an urban blue and green calmness punctuated by joggers, rowers, high bridges and a ferris wheel in the distance. Taipei both sides.

Small typical places Daejeon (1)

Flashbacks of basking in the weekend streets of Gung-dong. One of the many dense nightlife areas. All them being countless cafes, bbq’s, chicken places, karaoke and video rooms, arcades and cosmetics shops thrown together in the midst of old residential areas.

 

Outworldly new residential areas. But never too far away from the above-mentioned.

 

My visions of spring under way in the campus of KAIST polytechnic.

Read on for the many facets of this synthetic diamond…

Overcast

On a day of watching clouds drifting away, I remember realizing what strength dark palettes can have.

Royal Arcade red,

random British Museum corridor blue,

Barbican Center red, Barbican Center blue.