Tucked between gigantic buildings, erect monsters made of glass and steel, where people are very very busy breathing artificial air and adding up countless numbers, I found the small market.
There, colours vibrated from the bright green of long string beans (I had never seen such long ones!) to the earthly hues of fat bamboo shoots to the yellow of tender orchids.
And I could feel the breeze coming from the South China sea!
Merchants smiled while shouting the prices of their goods.
The smell of recently fished fish intermingled with the steam of dumplings and the scent of ginger flowers.
It felt like home. I bought deliciously fresh apricots and many handfuls of raisins from Xinjiang Province.
Finally, sensations I could feel, sprinkles of humanity I could touch.