It was a weekend of perfect Winter weather and aimless wandering. I spent a clear-skied Saturday walking, first from Central to Sai Ying Pun, via streets selling dried seafood and a stop in Winston’s, the inexplicably annoying expat hipster cafe by Sai Ying Pun station, where I waited an ill-tempered eternity for a flat white. Then I hopped on the train to Mongkok and wandered over to Sham Shui Po, shopping at street markets for knick-knacks on the way. This was followed by a lunch of eggplant and fish at the Kam Mong robot restaurant in Mongkok.
On Sunday, again glorious, I hopped on the ferry to Lamma for a party at an islander’s apartment, before heading home for some movies, one French (Girlhood, disappointing) and one Spanish (Julieta, better if not perfect. I loved the tiled kitchens and the scene of the deer by the train, Rossy de Palma’s frumpy cleaning lady, the Hitchockian score and Miquel Navarro’s savagely primal sculptures.)