Wednesday, January 16, 2013

Paris, Shanghai

To Shanghai. Internal meetings all afternoon, then dinner with the team - after which Leigh, Matt and I carried on drinking in a tiny French bar. We could have been in Paris. Zinc tables, newspapers on sticks, colonial concession architecture, a decent Sauvignon Blanc, European clientele and a reassuringly rude proprietor. (For the record, there are about 200,000 foreigners living in Shanghai, that's double the number in Beijing, but still only 1% of the population).

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