Tongli was more or less a bust, a dead town turned into a tourist trap that’s expensive and a pain to get to. It sucked, and I got rained on, but extended leisure was good for me. I returned to Shanghai with my brain feeling a lot less like something that might get its picture on a box of cigarettes, and got back into the tourist vibe. I have more pictures than words about the rest of the trip, which you can see some of here (as well as a quick impression of Tongli here). Shanghai is a city I could live in if I spoke any Mandarin. Who knows…