

New Old China Town (By Nikki Vee) You met her in New Old China town on a bustling Saturday night. She caught your eye somewhere between the Dim Sim stall and the Herbalists. What was it that drew your eyes attention? The long, sweeping dress? A dress whose deep-green hem caressed the pavement. Or her bare shoulders? The way they shrugged off the cares of the world as easily as they shrugged off their sleeves. Perhaps her face? Rosy and flushed in the summer heat, cheeks accentuated with each hanging red paper lantern she passed by. She moves ahead, parting the sea of revellers as they celebrate in packs. Like raucous children armed with party blowers, sparklers and spirits, they dash about and flit fancy to fancy. But not her. Never her.