TBD - an open-ended travel blog by Bridget Riley

A wise friend once said, “Everything cool in China belongs to the old people.” The old people do the Tai Chi in the morning (badass) and the nighttime commie dances (flag waving included); they gamble irresponsibly at all hours of the day, and mark their turf by wearing PJ’s in the street.

They also ride the best, built-to-last bicycles. In America, these would draw top dollar from the hipster contingent. The youth here, however, don’t have the same notions of cool. Brand names are more important, it seems.

Years of resting handle bars and tires have created a peculiar sort of wallpaper in my apartment’s hallway. Here’s my American homage.