This is a typical Taiwanese residential street. I always feel very nostalgic walking around these areas. They’re not only a reminder of what my younger childhood was, but a constant remider of the environment in which I could have grown up. There is nothing quite like these quiet streets, away from the bustle of main roads, where now and then, you can hear the quiet tinkling of a wind-chime from some undistinguishable flat, or the unsteady piano plonking of some little asian child.
Where is this particular photo? Good question. I have no idea. Quite frankly, Frank, I’m lucky to have made it out of alive. I was envisioning a slow death of starvation wandering around the maze-like twists of this residential neighbourhood. Guess I’m not Asian enough to navigate those yet…
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