Next: across the street to the Dr. Sun Yat Sen park, a walled hideaway, like the adjacent SYS Garden,
"... almost monochromatic after the dazzle of Chinatown: all contemplative muted greens and stony grays ..."
Bust of Dr. Sun Yat Sen in front of the circular door.
A colour accent; Japanese carp swim lazily among reflectons of weeping trees.
And then we went back out into the rush and rattle of traffic, the reds and golds and noisy greens of merchandise. Tea and coffee in a four-table teashop, then home, well content.