I loved Shanghai. I loved the crowds of people. I loved seeing other white people. I loved the delicious dumplings we found. I loved the beautiful gardens we walked through. I loved watching the bows and the smoke rituals the Chinese people did at the Taoist Temple of the City Gods. I loved the side markets and the Harry Potter marionette we found. I loved the French Concession where all the buildings looked like an old French village and the fact that no voice told me to mind the gap between the subway and the platform…or at least I didn’t understand it if it did. I hope I can go back…I still need a tea set. But with four months of weekends, I’m sure I’ll get the chance again.