Places around the world have such an array of imperfections. Buildings that crumble, but in a charming way.
Efficient multi-purpose intersections.
Sand you dare not tread barefoot.
As I see more of the world, I’m always impressed with ingenious ways people deal with their environment. Pipes on the outside of buildings, as if an afterthought for indoor water. Or heat. Tri-paned rectangular windows, because even in frigid winter, you may need to vent the smallest pane. Buildings that match the hills they are built on, their bricks slowly melting back into the ground. There is so much variety, and so much that makes sense, even if I can’t quite see it at the moment. It seems apparent that if there was one perfect way to do things, it would have been done already.
Which brings me home. Along the famous Hwy 1 on the California coast, many people would consider this place perfect. Why would anyone take a vacation from this place of perfect weather, perfect health, perfect views?
Because I’ve never seen the lovely imperfections of China.