sight - of the MTR rush, night market culture, and the daily routine life of its people,
taste - the tantalizing textures of every bits and bites of the variety of local food, delicacies, street food, desserts, etc,
smell - the aroma of gluttony and the smell of rain,
sounds - the inviting calls from the vendors, "Huan ying guang ling. Qing kan kan oh." (Welcome. Please have a look.).
Of course, my wallet was a lot poorer...
Our last breakfast in Taiwan: Xiao long bao
Oct 22: Another nondescript but busy stall
I hope one day when I've saved up enough, I'd visit again you again - but minus the rain.
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