Yesterday I went into downtown Sydney where Westfield is hosting an exhibition of miniature streetscapes of old Hong Kong, in their lobby. I left the colony in 1967 and those miniatures reminded me of my childhood days.
Those lanterns that we coveted to compete with our friends’ during Mid-Autumn Festival:
The lanterns were made by stretching paper over a cane frame. In the same way they craft mansions, limousines with chauffeurs, servants and whatever one may need in the after life for the dead: these are burnt as offerings.
You can also buy incense and all the paraphernalia to communicate with and honour the dead. This includes gold paper that you fold into ‘ingots’ and burn. It amuses me to see foreigners use these gold paper for decoration:
I remember that R2D2 helmet that was lowered over my head to have my hair ‘permed’:
The gold traders who sold 24K gold to Chinese women who traditionally put their savings into gold items – their trusted currency.
The shoe shop where you can have your shoes made by hand:
My trip into the city included a stopover at a chocolatier’s:
and concluded with a bowl of Har Mee, a soup noodle in a prawn bisque: