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February 18, 2009: Beijing, China
Did I mention that Beijing winter weather tricked us? It’s been obscenely cold the last two or three days, with a light snow fall for the last two. The snow is nothing compared to what we see in upstate New York, but the air is very dry and adds an extra (and unnecessary) bite. To add to this unpleasantness, our classrooms aren’t heated. They only heat them when class is in session and because we hold our class at a different time than most of the campus, our rooms aren’t heated. I’m fairly convinced I have a mild to moderate form of arthritis since after 3 hours sitting in that room my knees won’t bend.
With my return to China also comes “Lady”. It’s the thing first and most often shouted to me by hawkers when I go through markets. When did I become old enough for “Lady”? One lady in the silk market used “Pretty girl” instead and I much prefer that title. Oh well. It doesn’t make me look at their stuff if I wasn’t going to in the first place. I’m good at continuing to walk on by. Clarissa was telling me how she got stuck for ten minutes in one place, coming up with every excuse to try to escape including the fib that she has four children. I don’t think it did her any good with speeding up her exit.
Tram and Georgia tried their hand at bargaining on our first visit to the Silk Market. Georgia wanted a sweater/hoodie and when they explained it to me, Georgia went to get one and some how Tram was sucked into it too and bought something. They’re still not quite sure how. They thought they might have been jipped so we came up with a plan to figure out if the price was good or not. I went into a stall that sold jeans on the pretense of looking for some and while I was chatting and making friends with the seller girls I asked them if they thought my friends paid too much. They said that they got the sweaters for very cheap and the quality was good. They thought it might be because they look Chinese that the seller didn’t put the price as high as for “normal” foreigners. Our trip was a success and I managed to get away without buying anything…though the fire engine red pants looked attractive on the hanger…
More fun stuff occurred when we went to the bathroom in the subway station (and by we, I mean them). In this particular subway the bathrooms were pay-for porta potty, like the ones in Europe. The ones in Europe are nicer for the money you pay, hands down. Anyway, I didn’t see how it was set up but while I was waiting outside the alarm started sounding for Georgia’s unit. Apparently what she thought was the flush button was actually the emergency call button. It was amusing in the extreme, especially since one of the subway workers ran over and Georgia came out confused.
This recent Valentine’s Day saw a slew of people in the streets selling bundles of flowers or single roses. The culture of dating, flowers, and chocolate is fairly recent here (my generation) but it seems to be off to a good start. We saw one guy carrying a very unmanly bouquet of Tigger-topped flowers.
The biggest benefit to this study abroad venture (aside from improving my Chinese) is the vast amounts of free time we have. I don’t think I’ve had this much free time since before I started high school. We start class at 09:00 and end at 15:00 with group trips scheduled for the first half of Saturdays. I almost don’t know what to do with myself since our classes don’t really extract that much time for homework. To fill this void, I have taken up the guitar, this time for serious. I hope to learn how to play at least somewhat before I return. In addition to guitar I found a nice podcast that explains English grammar. It’ll serve me for explaining stuff to my friends who think English is screwy and illogical and help me write better papers (fingers crossed).
I found a music store just outside the school area. The first time I went I went just to look around and price check. I liked what the guy had and it was within my price range so I came back the next day and bought a cheap guitar. Today I returned again and paid for some lessons. At 5 USD a lesson, it’s got to be one of the cheapest opportunities for me to learn some stuff on guitar I’ll ever get. Plus, the guy is pretty cool.
There’s also the added benefit of being treated like normal student and not the way they treat us in class. What I mean is that in our classes we’re taught and treated like American students. With my guitar teacher, I’m pretty sure I’m treated like how a Chinese student would be if they were to take guitar lessons. We’re so soft on our students. Don’t use red pen. You don’t want to hurt their self-esteem or imagination, etc etc.
Learning an instrument in a foreign language trends to create a few more barriers than perhaps there’d be if I were to be learning from someone who spoke English, and I’m sure it makes me seem a lot thicker than I really am (seeing as I’m super slow when numbers are spoken to me) but it’ll be good practice. My lesson today was a little surreal, but I did learn several good things that I probably wouldn’t have taken the time to stop and realize they even exist if I did it entirely by myself.
Something about me screams “American” as I’ve had two people guess where I’m from correctly without any sort of context to do so. Maybe it’s my clothes or my accent. I’ve also been told that Americans are very expressive people compared to most others, so that might be it. Whatever it is, it seems to denote where I come from rather effectively. I’m wondering if I can dress up to be from somewhere else convincingly. I think I’ll try Mongolian…complete with a fur hat.
With my return to China also comes “Lady”. It’s the thing first and most often shouted to me by hawkers when I go through markets. When did I become old enough for “Lady”? One lady in the silk market used “Pretty girl” instead and I much prefer that title. Oh well. It doesn’t make me look at their stuff if I wasn’t going to in the first place. I’m good at continuing to walk on by. Clarissa was telling me how she got stuck for ten minutes in one place, coming up with every excuse to try to escape including the fib that she has four children. I don’t think it did her any good with speeding up her exit.
Tram and Georgia tried their hand at bargaining on our first visit to the Silk Market. Georgia wanted a sweater/hoodie and when they explained it to me, Georgia went to get one and some how Tram was sucked into it too and bought something. They’re still not quite sure how. They thought they might have been jipped so we came up with a plan to figure out if the price was good or not. I went into a stall that sold jeans on the pretense of looking for some and while I was chatting and making friends with the seller girls I asked them if they thought my friends paid too much. They said that they got the sweaters for very cheap and the quality was good. They thought it might be because they look Chinese that the seller didn’t put the price as high as for “normal” foreigners. Our trip was a success and I managed to get away without buying anything…though the fire engine red pants looked attractive on the hanger…
More fun stuff occurred when we went to the bathroom in the subway station (and by we, I mean them). In this particular subway the bathrooms were pay-for porta potty, like the ones in Europe. The ones in Europe are nicer for the money you pay, hands down. Anyway, I didn’t see how it was set up but while I was waiting outside the alarm started sounding for Georgia’s unit. Apparently what she thought was the flush button was actually the emergency call button. It was amusing in the extreme, especially since one of the subway workers ran over and Georgia came out confused.
This recent Valentine’s Day saw a slew of people in the streets selling bundles of flowers or single roses. The culture of dating, flowers, and chocolate is fairly recent here (my generation) but it seems to be off to a good start. We saw one guy carrying a very unmanly bouquet of Tigger-topped flowers.
The biggest benefit to this study abroad venture (aside from improving my Chinese) is the vast amounts of free time we have. I don’t think I’ve had this much free time since before I started high school. We start class at 09:00 and end at 15:00 with group trips scheduled for the first half of Saturdays. I almost don’t know what to do with myself since our classes don’t really extract that much time for homework. To fill this void, I have taken up the guitar, this time for serious. I hope to learn how to play at least somewhat before I return. In addition to guitar I found a nice podcast that explains English grammar. It’ll serve me for explaining stuff to my friends who think English is screwy and illogical and help me write better papers (fingers crossed).
I found a music store just outside the school area. The first time I went I went just to look around and price check. I liked what the guy had and it was within my price range so I came back the next day and bought a cheap guitar. Today I returned again and paid for some lessons. At 5 USD a lesson, it’s got to be one of the cheapest opportunities for me to learn some stuff on guitar I’ll ever get. Plus, the guy is pretty cool.
There’s also the added benefit of being treated like normal student and not the way they treat us in class. What I mean is that in our classes we’re taught and treated like American students. With my guitar teacher, I’m pretty sure I’m treated like how a Chinese student would be if they were to take guitar lessons. We’re so soft on our students. Don’t use red pen. You don’t want to hurt their self-esteem or imagination, etc etc.
Learning an instrument in a foreign language trends to create a few more barriers than perhaps there’d be if I were to be learning from someone who spoke English, and I’m sure it makes me seem a lot thicker than I really am (seeing as I’m super slow when numbers are spoken to me) but it’ll be good practice. My lesson today was a little surreal, but I did learn several good things that I probably wouldn’t have taken the time to stop and realize they even exist if I did it entirely by myself.
Something about me screams “American” as I’ve had two people guess where I’m from correctly without any sort of context to do so. Maybe it’s my clothes or my accent. I’ve also been told that Americans are very expressive people compared to most others, so that might be it. Whatever it is, it seems to denote where I come from rather effectively. I’m wondering if I can dress up to be from somewhere else convincingly. I think I’ll try Mongolian…complete with a fur hat.
February 12, 2009: Beijing, China
Up until today I would have said that Beijing winters are wonderful. It wasn’t so cold (perhaps the onset of an early Spring?) and it was quite dry. Dry climates agree with me because I don’t have to worry about my hair. It falls nicely flat when it dries, or stays in whatever I marshal it into. Humidity is not my friend.
As for the pollution, my previous time in Beijing was a little limited (since I spent most of my time in Yantai) but it seems generally cleaner now. Ignoring all the powder from the massive amounts of firecrackers that went off for New Year, I can see blue sky most days. This continues to shock me since I went a full week over the summer without seeing blue sky or the sun.
Today breaks the trend of nice weather. Morning dawned exceedingly gray and foggy and the afternoon had a strange sort of rain. More like mist that happened to also be rain sometimes. One of our professors said that the rain might/would turn into snow a little later on. It might have already hit the ice stage since we were sorta sliding around on the street while we walked to class. It might have also just been the wet smooth stones.
I understand the need for precipitation in China with the drought going on and all, but if it has to rain, could it at least be just a tad warmer? As in being unable to see my breath when I breath inside a restaurant?! (I must admit, the insulation of that restaurant was sorely lacking. But it was Korean so we can’t blame Chinese construction.)
Speaking of ice, Tram and I went ice skating yesterday on the on-campus lake. Even the minor issue of her being unable to ice skate was easily rectified. You could either rent skates for 10 yuan or rent a chair for 20. The best way to picture the chair would be to imagine a metal fold out chair that probably could only seat a ten year old nailed down onto a plank of wood. This wood than had two sled like blades on the bottom. They also gave you poles maneuver with but I ended up pushing her instead. She might have been better off pushing herself since during one of my attempts to spin her around really fast, I ended dumping her out of the chair. It was really funny.
We also found the Chinese equivalent of Walmart (though they have those here too). It’s a store called Carrefour. We were wandering around and chatting when a guy ran past, stopped turned around and was excited to see us. More preciously, he was excited we could understand and speak English. He was desperately trying to buy a cell phone and didn’t know any of the necessary vocab. I’ve never met someone so happy that I could speak English (and I have met some people who are quite happy about it).
Classes are going well. A little simple at the moment, but I’m not sure if they’re just finding where were are or what. We have lots of free time and while it pains me to admit it, I’m a week ahead in my reading courses. Hence, I decided to spend my time as productively as possible. So far I’ve only explored the area immediately around the school, but as soon as I find the subway stop, I’m off to the far corners of the city!
As for the pollution, my previous time in Beijing was a little limited (since I spent most of my time in Yantai) but it seems generally cleaner now. Ignoring all the powder from the massive amounts of firecrackers that went off for New Year, I can see blue sky most days. This continues to shock me since I went a full week over the summer without seeing blue sky or the sun.
Today breaks the trend of nice weather. Morning dawned exceedingly gray and foggy and the afternoon had a strange sort of rain. More like mist that happened to also be rain sometimes. One of our professors said that the rain might/would turn into snow a little later on. It might have already hit the ice stage since we were sorta sliding around on the street while we walked to class. It might have also just been the wet smooth stones.
I understand the need for precipitation in China with the drought going on and all, but if it has to rain, could it at least be just a tad warmer? As in being unable to see my breath when I breath inside a restaurant?! (I must admit, the insulation of that restaurant was sorely lacking. But it was Korean so we can’t blame Chinese construction.)
Speaking of ice, Tram and I went ice skating yesterday on the on-campus lake. Even the minor issue of her being unable to ice skate was easily rectified. You could either rent skates for 10 yuan or rent a chair for 20. The best way to picture the chair would be to imagine a metal fold out chair that probably could only seat a ten year old nailed down onto a plank of wood. This wood than had two sled like blades on the bottom. They also gave you poles maneuver with but I ended up pushing her instead. She might have been better off pushing herself since during one of my attempts to spin her around really fast, I ended dumping her out of the chair. It was really funny.
We also found the Chinese equivalent of Walmart (though they have those here too). It’s a store called Carrefour. We were wandering around and chatting when a guy ran past, stopped turned around and was excited to see us. More preciously, he was excited we could understand and speak English. He was desperately trying to buy a cell phone and didn’t know any of the necessary vocab. I’ve never met someone so happy that I could speak English (and I have met some people who are quite happy about it).
Classes are going well. A little simple at the moment, but I’m not sure if they’re just finding where were are or what. We have lots of free time and while it pains me to admit it, I’m a week ahead in my reading courses. Hence, I decided to spend my time as productively as possible. So far I’ve only explored the area immediately around the school, but as soon as I find the subway stop, I’m off to the far corners of the city!
February 09, 2009: Beijing, China
Our semester has finally gotten underway (after 3 weeks of completely paid for vacation)! I never thought I’d be so glad to give up traveling for schoolwork. We had our first classes today, and honestly it doesn’t seem nearly as intensive as classes I’ve had before (the summer program I went to last summer really ruined my perception on how long the average Chinese class should last).
Class begins at 9am with Professor Wang from the University and lasts until 11 (except on Wednesdays when class ends at 10) and then we have Professor Ying. The morning is followed by a lunch break and then our director teaches one of the two culture classes depending on the day. We finish by 3pm every day, except maybe Fridays…so we have plenty time to get out and around. Too bad I’m still more tired than I have any right to be.
Currently it sounds like there’s a war going on outside thanks to the non-stop fireworks and crackers that have been going off since nightfall. We’re told its going to last all night since it’s the last day of New Years. It’s actually kind of nice. I imagine if they were real rockets it wouldn’t be so nice, but as I know that they’re just gunpowder with lights it’s ok. The biggest downfall of all this celebration (aside from the noise) is that there is a thick layer of soot in the air. Makes everything seem just a little more polluted than it actually is.
Even so, Beijing is mostly like I remember it. It’s not as clean as when the Olympics were going on, but we could see blue sky when we landed on Saturday. The others have mentioned that the tap water smells. Personally I could care less since the shower is hot through my entire shower.
Funny story. Tram and I did laundry yesterday which badly needed to be done. The tricky thing about it is that there is no dryers in our dorms. People can either choose to have their laundry done for them (which includes the drying) or do it themselves and hang it. Seeing as just to have one piece of “undergarments” washed and dried costs 10 kuai, we went for the do it yourself. Readied with string and hooks we went to stringing our room full of Christmas lights in the form of colorful clothes. It kinda worked for a while…under the weight of the clothes pulled the sticky hooks from the wall. I happened to be sitting under them when the first strings came down. I looked like a clown, but at least none of the clothes hit the tile floor (the Chinese don’t believe in carpeting as far as I can tell). The other strings followed shortly after but we preserved and finally found a way to hang our clothes without them all falling down.
We had a similar experience setting up a bank account. If you want to pretend you’re a celebrity, go to the bank. They stamp everything, make you sign your name everywhere, and you hand over all the money you have.
The first time we went to open Chinese accounts we failed entirely to communicate effectively with the woman at the desk. It wasn’t that we didn’t understand her (which made us feel a little better about ourselves), the problem lay in the fact that we didn’t know our address, phone number, or number of our director. We had been told we really only needed our passports. After trying to fill the forms out (which we couldn’t read) we gave up and went to go get our director for help. Now we have debt cards with a cute green cow on it.
Everything is cow-ifed. Our director went and bought a humidifier for her room and guess what it was? Yes, a cow shaped humidifier. It even had swiveling horns. This is easily blamed on this Chinese Year being the year of the Ox (or Water buffalo if you’re Vietnamese). Too bad I hate cows.
Class begins at 9am with Professor Wang from the University and lasts until 11 (except on Wednesdays when class ends at 10) and then we have Professor Ying. The morning is followed by a lunch break and then our director teaches one of the two culture classes depending on the day. We finish by 3pm every day, except maybe Fridays…so we have plenty time to get out and around. Too bad I’m still more tired than I have any right to be.
Currently it sounds like there’s a war going on outside thanks to the non-stop fireworks and crackers that have been going off since nightfall. We’re told its going to last all night since it’s the last day of New Years. It’s actually kind of nice. I imagine if they were real rockets it wouldn’t be so nice, but as I know that they’re just gunpowder with lights it’s ok. The biggest downfall of all this celebration (aside from the noise) is that there is a thick layer of soot in the air. Makes everything seem just a little more polluted than it actually is.
Even so, Beijing is mostly like I remember it. It’s not as clean as when the Olympics were going on, but we could see blue sky when we landed on Saturday. The others have mentioned that the tap water smells. Personally I could care less since the shower is hot through my entire shower.
Funny story. Tram and I did laundry yesterday which badly needed to be done. The tricky thing about it is that there is no dryers in our dorms. People can either choose to have their laundry done for them (which includes the drying) or do it themselves and hang it. Seeing as just to have one piece of “undergarments” washed and dried costs 10 kuai, we went for the do it yourself. Readied with string and hooks we went to stringing our room full of Christmas lights in the form of colorful clothes. It kinda worked for a while…under the weight of the clothes pulled the sticky hooks from the wall. I happened to be sitting under them when the first strings came down. I looked like a clown, but at least none of the clothes hit the tile floor (the Chinese don’t believe in carpeting as far as I can tell). The other strings followed shortly after but we preserved and finally found a way to hang our clothes without them all falling down.
We had a similar experience setting up a bank account. If you want to pretend you’re a celebrity, go to the bank. They stamp everything, make you sign your name everywhere, and you hand over all the money you have.
The first time we went to open Chinese accounts we failed entirely to communicate effectively with the woman at the desk. It wasn’t that we didn’t understand her (which made us feel a little better about ourselves), the problem lay in the fact that we didn’t know our address, phone number, or number of our director. We had been told we really only needed our passports. After trying to fill the forms out (which we couldn’t read) we gave up and went to go get our director for help. Now we have debt cards with a cute green cow on it.
Everything is cow-ifed. Our director went and bought a humidifier for her room and guess what it was? Yes, a cow shaped humidifier. It even had swiveling horns. This is easily blamed on this Chinese Year being the year of the Ox (or Water buffalo if you’re Vietnamese). Too bad I hate cows.
Jan. 31-Feb. 06: Hong Kong, Special Administrative Region of China
Before we got to Hong Kong, I didn’t have too many assumptions about it. I knew it was an island that had been a colony of Britain and was a very metropolitan area. Impressive isn’t quite the right word for how the city appears when you’re first driving through it. Everything is taller than you can crane your head back to see and when evening comes, everything lights up. It’s like the whole city is part of Disney World instead of just a small corner island.
I can’t help but think that it’s a city within itself, straining with all its might to reach the sky. It’s hard to decide if the 50-80 story buildings and mile long bridges or the blue water and green mountains are more impressive. I didn’t think it’d be so green and colorful. They should consider taking down the blinking lights. Compared to the bay and mountains around them, it only serves to make the buildings look cheap.
What was similar to my thoughts, but still surprised me was how the Hong Kong students viewed themselves. After talking with them about Hong Kong for about 5 minutes, I quickly picked up something close to distain for the mainland. When I asked them if they considered themselves Chinese they told me yes…but no. They were Hong Kong. Hong Kong seems to be like the Vatican. Self-reliant, tiny, part of something bigger yet with a strong sense of we’re better than most everything else.
Macao was much the same as Hong Kong, but even more commercial. I never thought of Macao before this trip really. Certainly not as the Las Vegas of the world. It makes me sad. The drive for money overshadows much of what can be a beautiful place with very distinct culture. Granted, they have both of that too, but when the big things people mention first are casinos, I find that sad. Museums are ok too, but much of that is dead history. We put things in museums because they are unique as the last of their kind. No longer practiced. Something to be remembered but not taken seriously.
I liked both Hong Kong and Macao and had fun there, but the greenery was the appeal, not the nightlife. It’s too much to hope for a reverse trend with the demand for money dictating life, but at least they also recognize that their geography is special and worth appreciating.
I can’t help but think that it’s a city within itself, straining with all its might to reach the sky. It’s hard to decide if the 50-80 story buildings and mile long bridges or the blue water and green mountains are more impressive. I didn’t think it’d be so green and colorful. They should consider taking down the blinking lights. Compared to the bay and mountains around them, it only serves to make the buildings look cheap.
What was similar to my thoughts, but still surprised me was how the Hong Kong students viewed themselves. After talking with them about Hong Kong for about 5 minutes, I quickly picked up something close to distain for the mainland. When I asked them if they considered themselves Chinese they told me yes…but no. They were Hong Kong. Hong Kong seems to be like the Vatican. Self-reliant, tiny, part of something bigger yet with a strong sense of we’re better than most everything else.
Macao was much the same as Hong Kong, but even more commercial. I never thought of Macao before this trip really. Certainly not as the Las Vegas of the world. It makes me sad. The drive for money overshadows much of what can be a beautiful place with very distinct culture. Granted, they have both of that too, but when the big things people mention first are casinos, I find that sad. Museums are ok too, but much of that is dead history. We put things in museums because they are unique as the last of their kind. No longer practiced. Something to be remembered but not taken seriously.
I liked both Hong Kong and Macao and had fun there, but the greenery was the appeal, not the nightlife. It’s too much to hope for a reverse trend with the demand for money dictating life, but at least they also recognize that their geography is special and worth appreciating.
February 03, 2009: Hong Kong, China
Note! Cheese cake tastes like good cheese cake here, but tiramisu does not. Go to France or Italy if you want tiramisu, not Hong Kong.
February 1, 2009: Hong Kong, China
Hong Kong! It’s quite a pretty thing to look at, though I’m not entirely sure about just walking around it. It’s kind of a big city and when I say kind of, I mean extremely. They’ve packed all these people and buildings on this tiny amount of space and NONE of it is flat. I didn’t know that Hong Kong is actually a series of variously sized islands and only one of them is actually named Hong Kong.
We got to Hong Kong yesterday. Our last day in Taiwan included a visit to a Confucian temple, Longshan temple again with the whole group, and a museum of modern art that I actually liked. They had some seriously weird stuff in it though. I’ll spare you the details.
Our flight from Taiwan to Hong Kong presented some people with difficulties. We were told that each bag (of 2) had a weight limit of 20 kilos (44lbs). When we got there it turned out that we were limited to a total combined weight of 20 kilos. This was a problem for some of the girls who had packed just the international limit of 50lbs each bag. I heard that some had to pay up to 100 USD in overweight fees. I didn’t have to pay anything since I packed light and managed to stuff enough of the heavy stuff into my carry on.
We’re staying at Robert Black College, party of Hong Kong University (HKU). It’s pretty nice and we had a welcome presentation/snacks with some of the students. They were pretty neat and later we went up the Peak and had dinner with them. The Peak is the place where you can see all of the lower Hong Kong city. We had to take a tram to get up there (I think you could walk if you really wanted to…) and I swear that at times it was going up a 90 degree angle. If you think of the incline on a roller coaster, you have a pretty good idea of how it was.
We’re going to have dinner with them and dessert afterwards. I rather dislike the Chinese idea of dessert. Red beans (even if they are sugary) and tofu are not my idea of dessert. The ice cream is creepy too. Weird flavors like red bean (they are obsessed with it), green pea, and corn are not my idea of tasty. However, there are an abnormal amount of bakeries in the area with cheese cake and tiramisu galore so I’m satisfied.
We got to Hong Kong yesterday. Our last day in Taiwan included a visit to a Confucian temple, Longshan temple again with the whole group, and a museum of modern art that I actually liked. They had some seriously weird stuff in it though. I’ll spare you the details.
Our flight from Taiwan to Hong Kong presented some people with difficulties. We were told that each bag (of 2) had a weight limit of 20 kilos (44lbs). When we got there it turned out that we were limited to a total combined weight of 20 kilos. This was a problem for some of the girls who had packed just the international limit of 50lbs each bag. I heard that some had to pay up to 100 USD in overweight fees. I didn’t have to pay anything since I packed light and managed to stuff enough of the heavy stuff into my carry on.
We’re staying at Robert Black College, party of Hong Kong University (HKU). It’s pretty nice and we had a welcome presentation/snacks with some of the students. They were pretty neat and later we went up the Peak and had dinner with them. The Peak is the place where you can see all of the lower Hong Kong city. We had to take a tram to get up there (I think you could walk if you really wanted to…) and I swear that at times it was going up a 90 degree angle. If you think of the incline on a roller coaster, you have a pretty good idea of how it was.
We’re going to have dinner with them and dessert afterwards. I rather dislike the Chinese idea of dessert. Red beans (even if they are sugary) and tofu are not my idea of dessert. The ice cream is creepy too. Weird flavors like red bean (they are obsessed with it), green pea, and corn are not my idea of tasty. However, there are an abnormal amount of bakeries in the area with cheese cake and tiramisu galore so I’m satisfied.
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