The lie in was heavenly this morning, following which I took a taxi to the very start of West Nanjing Road and walked the length of it stopping every so often in coffee shops and reading ‘Tender is the Night’. I went to the markets and bartered for some wellies (the only snow-appropriate shoes I could think of for Harbin). My Chinese came in useful and just by answering their English in Chinese I halved the starting price. From there I walked to the French Concession and sat for hours. I may as well have been in Paris, reading about France and surrounded by beautiful architecture in a lovely coffee shop. When it closed I went to Yuan and had a gin and tonic; I wasn’t ready to go back to the hostel and I reading in my favourite cocktail bar was really relaxing. Opposite Yuan is a tiny Chinese restaurant with about 5 tables where I ordered something that sounded remotely like something I had had before. The Chinese people only stopped staring when they realised I could adequately use chopsticks and therefore would be boring.