Above, and below, the only place I felt truly crowded in China was in Old Shanghai, a favorite destination for tourists from around the world.
Above, the lobby of the Shanghai Westin was alive with color, but the most interesting yellow was in the glass sculpture below, in vivid contrast to the orange-red.
This week, our contribution to Mellow Yellow Monday takes us back to Shanghai, final stop in the cross-China (almost) cruise tour we enjoyed with
Viking River Cruises.
While I was posting the photos, I thought of an old song recorded by Doris Day in 1951, when it reached #9 on the Billboard Magazine popular music charts. The title was "Shanghai" but my father, who was a musician and an inveterate collector of funny song titles, told me it was "Why Did I Tell You I Was Going to Shanghai?" which is mentioned in parentheses in Wikipedia as the alternative title.
Why did I tell you I was going to Shanghai?
I wannna be with you tonight
Why did I holler I was going to Shanghai?
I wanna be with you tonight
It was just a little misunderstanding
That a kiss on the cheek could patch
I need you so badly, I'd gladly
Start all over from scratch.
Oh, why did I tell you it was bye-bye for Shanghai?
I'm even allergic to rice
Why don't you stop me when I talk about Shanghai?
It's just a lover's device
Now, who's gonna kiss me
Who's gonna thrill me
Who's gonna hold me tight
I'm right around the corner in the phone booth
And I wannna be with you tonight.
Photos by Richard Schear and Kay Davies.
Posted by Kay Davies for Mellow Yellow Monday.
Above, and below, the only place I felt truly crowded in China was in Old Shanghai, a favorite destination for tourists from around the world.
Above, the lobby of the Shanghai Westin was alive with color, but the most interesting yellow was in the glass sculpture below, in vivid contrast to the orange-red.
Oh, the trials and tribulations of an unfittie with photosensitivity issues, ending up in a hot Shanghai summer, seeking shade under a black umbrella (photo by Richard Schear). On a cruise to Alaska, Dick's blue and white golf umbrella hid him from the rain in Juneau (photo by Kay Davies) while in the Galapagos Islands, the big beige umbrella hid both of us from the sun at the equator (photo by Karina Lopez). Now the author has decided to consult an umbrella expert, Penelope Puddle, who lives on the wet west coast of Canada and can do wonderful things with the help of her umbrella. Perhaps Auntie Kay can learn to do the same. www.penelopepuddle.blogspot.com
