Travel

My love affair with China started about 30 years ago well before the movies, Indohine and L’Amant mirrors of a romantic aesthetics and elegant exoticism my soul was compelled to absorb.

Although both took place in Vietnam, my Eastern reverie called upon daring to explore a distant cultural myth , one I instinctively knew somehow, would decline to be slowly extinguished in time.

20 hours later , in 1980, I land in Peking in the midst, of Mao Tse-tung Cultural Revolution at a time where the now deceased leader decides to open China frontiers for tourists from around the world , like me.