“April hath put a spirit of youth in everything.” ——William Shakespeare
I say, I just want a springtime geteway.
After hastily wrapping up our graduation thesis, my friend A and I impulsively secured plane tickets for an overnight trip to a southern city. The April day in Macau was characterized by persistent rain, and we were eagerly seeking an escape from this perpetually humid island.
We firmly believed that time away is too valuable to squander in a locale where we had spent four long years.
It’s truly fascinating to observe the abundance of coffee shops scattered across the compact city of Quanzhou. Our choice for the day was a simple one: a cup of brewed coffee and a latte. While they didn’t exactly blow us away in terms of taste, they provided a satisfactory start to our leisurely journey.
I hold a special affection for the owner’s adorable kitten.
In the city center stands a 1,000-year-old wooden pagoda, a sacred site that continues to draw devout local worshippers.
Quanzhou exudes a vibrant cultural ambiance, with the streets adorned by the graffiti creations of young artists.
This region boasts a multitude of temples, a phenomenon that even in southern Fujian, renowned for its robust religious culture, is uncommon in terms of the diversity of sects represented.
On the flip side, the local cuisine didn’t quite align with the palates of both A and myself, which was a disappointment given our deep appreciation for good food.
