Eight in the morning
The parks are the busiest they will be all day, and nobody minds you joining.
Beijing's lanes are not a preserved district. People live in them, badly parked and full of opinions, and the only way in is with someone the neighbours already know.
The parks are the busiest they will be all day, and nobody minds you joining.
Enamel, brush or kite frame — one maker, one afternoon, your own hands.
A courtyard home, a round table, and however long the meal takes.
The lanes were laid out to be lived in rather than looked at, which is why a walk through them without an introduction gets you very little — a grey wall, a closed door, someone’s parked scooter.
With an introduction it becomes a different city. The maker’s studio is a room off a courtyard. The lunch is in a kitchen designed for four people, seating eight. And the walk between them stops constantly, because your host keeps running into people.
That is the day. It is not efficient, and that is the point.
Parts of them are. The stretches we walk are residential, which is why the day is built around people who live there rather than a route between photo stops.
It depends on who is teaching that week — enamel, brush work and kite frames rotate. Tell us if one appeals and we will build the day around it.
Yes. These are households we have worked with for years. It is a small kitchen and a round table, and the food is whatever they cook well.
Perhaps four kilometres across the day, all flat, broken up by long stops. A vehicle covers the distances between neighbourhoods.
Only if you want them. The day is normally private to your party; we also run it as a small group when travellers ask to share, and we will tell you which applies to your dates.