After the disappointment of Olympic Park, the day became more interesting. We visited The Hutong, once the old walled city. The buildings were ancient, many were decrepit. We drove through the shopping district but did not stop. As the bus meandered through the old town’s narrow streets, we learned a new subway station is planned for the area; buildings are being torn down and replaced. Renewal is everywhere.
Our first stop: a rickshaw ride.
I had been worried about runners pulling us in traffic, as in cars. I suppose I’ve seen too many movies. Ricksaws had progressed to pedal power.
The roads are bricked and narrow. Other customers other than our Group 8 had come for a ride.
The alleys were full of contrasts: falling buildings and new cars You wouldn’t believe the electrical boxes and the plugs inserted in them helter-skelter.
We all know alleys are a playground for wandering, stray cats. I saw none, nor any dog either.
Sue and I whispered behind the driver’s back how guilty we felt having this not-so-young man peddling for all he was worth. We had been instructed to tip him, but no more than $2.00 USD.
Our driver, a warm and generous guy, was happy to have a picture with Sue and me.
The things people throw out. I didn’t see anything wrong with the girl’s two wheeler, but I also didn’t jump out of the rickshaw to inspect it.
I cannot recall if this is a restaurant or a temple.
A video you might enjoy on more hutong background (29.05 min).
Next on March 24, Beijing Part 11: A Special Peking Duck Dinner
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FYI: This is a re-blog of the best parts of my trip in 2014.