Even though people joke that the antiques in Panjiayuan are 200 percent fake, the antique market attracts thousands of visitors wanting to try their luck.
I am honored to have become a "fashion consultant" for a 40-something man who is well built except for a slight tummy. I see him as a kind of "fashionable old scholar". I take the job of choosing clothes for him rather seriously, as this tells me a lot about 40-plus Chinese men.
While the rest of Qingdao was busy planting petunias next to highways or carting away truckloads of algae from the beach in preparation for the 29th Olympic Sailing Regatta, we were treating ourselves to having our feet bathed and massaged.
As a die-hard fan of Peking Opera, I was thrilled to get a chance to watch a show at a newly completed theater for folk opera in Beijing.
It's been a full month since I last slurped broad Chinese noodles, donned my bright-blue volunteer outfit or gawked at elderly ladies practicing taichi in Beijing's early morning hours.
Five years ago, when we decided to get married, my mother-in-law couldn't return to China from the United States because she had just had a surgery.
I recently joined other parents for a briefing at our son's kindergarten before the new semester began.
When I'm asked why I like Chengdu so much, I always reply: "Chengdu is where I feel totally comfortable."
"Don't carry too much cash with you and make sure you don't get cheated," a colleague reminded me when I told him I was going to Songshan Mountain in Henan.
It was a hot August day in Heidelberg, Germany. Mars had not been as close to Earth as it was that summer for thousands of years.
"You've really offended them! Really!" she insisted, her eyes wide with shock.
Bicycles. Millions of the things, hurtling down Beijing's highways and sidewalks in perpetual motion.