We’re in an underground mall that holds several hundred shops selling all manner of kids’ clothes.
If you don’t hear from us again, tell the others.
This afternoon, Shanghai threw us a welcome blanket of the heaviest snowfall I’ve seen in years.
Much as we’d like to step back outside and play in the mush, Kai’s fast asleep on my chest, and Naomi’s ‘resting her eyes’ in the bedroom.
And probably for the first time since Naomi’s brother’s passing, this town feels like a happy place.