travelswithalice

It's a little late now to talk about Shanghai. I've forgotten the details. (Well, it's age really, creeping up on me. At times, the creeping accelerates to looming. All of which gives this blog urgency.)

All that remains is a general feeling of wellbeing, comfort, nostalgia, called up by the memory of the Waldorf Astoria on the Bund. Even if I was not at all well then. It was towards the tail end of a viral something we both picked up sometime earlier.

That's why it's the big fluffy bed, with its beautiful starched linen, the bed high enough from the floor to almost require a ladder, that figures so prominently in my mind.

That and watching the barges busying the river and the people strolling on the Bund unmindful of the soot-grey 37 degree air, me in the cool, malingering in my deliciously cozy bathrobe and slippers.