July, scorching hot.
Went to about twenty some thirty movies because there was a movie festival.
Cicadas sang, ceased.
Injured my ankle stupidly in Marco Polo lounge after reading for two hours without moving and suddenly standing up and started walking without noticing my right leg was totally numb.
Stayed home for more than two weeks doing nothing but reading.
Then suddenly, it feels like autumn already, it's only mid August.
Probably because there's tons of Typhoons this year, 15 already.
Cooling down much earlier than usual, although according to Chinese calendar, it's only mid July now.
So, it's good for my wallet but bad for my palate, didn't find too many new places, only a couple of small French bistros in some small lanes.
But some favorite old places changed chefs, or had a wine party before remodelling,
and some good films to chat about, too.
Continue later.......
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