I fell off the blog wagon, sorry. Today is our last day in Taipei and we ended it in the same way we started it: Fresh Breakfast. Our faithful bagel breakfast sandwich never tasted so sweet. The employees know our order by heart. Ha!
We went for a long walk last evening. The last night in a city has a strange quality, colours seem to burn a bit brighter. The city looked really beautiful, the temperature was just right. Maybe it's not the city, maybe it's me. I'm not sure, but I've felt it before in other cities. Little things were really perfect and memorable - the steam rising from a late night noodle cart, a dog in the park silhouetted against the night sky, warmly glowing lanterns. Sigh...
When we first got here, I read this article about the top 50 things to do in Taipei (it wasn't really atourist list, more like some simple suggestions from local ex pats), and one of them was to stay up late to see the pig trucks. I guess late at night the butchers drop off the pigs to the shops - and by pigs I mean pig carcasses split in two lengthwise. Honestly, I didn't really feel the urge to cross that one off the list, but last night we saw the pigs. I guess that was a fitting goodbye from Taipei.
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