Yesterday, it was raining most of the time, but it didn’t really matter since we had decided to spend the morning at MoMA. I’m not really a museum kind of girl, and I usually avoid them when I’m on vacation, but regarding modern art, it’s another case.
On my parents’ last night in Dubai, we had talked about having dinner at the Chinese restaurant in our building, but when my parents saw the menu (and all the pictures of the exotic food), they got a bit overwhelmed and quickly convinced me that it would be a much better idea to try the Italian restaurant Luciano’s at Habtoor Grand instead.
Although I usually find the Danish autumn weather very depressing, and try to hibernate my way through most of this season, today has actually been a really beautiful day. I therefore decided to take a walk up to the library and borrow some books. Not a major achievement, you might say, but it actually took quite an effort to drag my cold-detesting corpus outside.
To gain admission to the Burj Al Arab premises, you either have to be a hotel guest or be able to present a confirmed table reservation at one of the hotel’s restaurants. Rieko and I chose the cheaper of the two options and booked a table for two for afternoon tea. Our first choice was a table in the Skyview Bar, but it was fully booked until next week, so we ended up with a table at the Sahn Eddar restaurant on the first floor instead.
I’m not really a sightseeing person, but today I visited both Tiananmen Square and the Forbidden City. The sun has been shining all day so in the afternoon, I wanted to buy myself a nice and cold ice cream. I thought that I had bought a vanilla/strawberry popsicle but I was wrong. What I thought was strawberry jam turned out to be some kind of bean paste.
A Swedish friend of mine, who studied Chinese in Beijing last summer, had told me to visit Private Kitchen for the best Peking duck in the city. This evening I therefore set off for Private Kitchen armed with Google Maps and a roaring appetite.
Yesterday, I spent the entire evening walking up and down Ghost Street. This vibrant street is lined with Chinese restaurants and thousands of red paper lanterns shroud the street in an almost magical glow. Some may find it a bit kitschy in a “waving-cats-and-Mao-portrait-plates” kind of way, and I agree that this setting probably wouldn’t work anywhere else than in China.