Taipei - it's a 24/7 city life
As the sun falls asleep the city awakens.
Lights of every colour flash left, right and center.
People spill out of the metro coming home from work, old men and women wheel their carts into selling positions, and rivers of smoke crawl up from the vendors squished along the sidewalks.
The air thickens with steam, you can hear the crackling and spitting of meats deep-frying, inhaling a new aroma with every step you take.
When the daylight is extinguished the night market is revealed.
You step onto that side-street around the corner, and find yourself thrown into a herd of people crammed among stalls with restaurants and everything stores peaking out from behind. They line up at their favourite dumpling stand and sort through tables piled high with cheap clothing. Around midnight the hungry leave with full, satisfied bellies and the bargain hunters clutching their bursting bags.
No matter the time, there always seems to be people about, shops open, and sounds in the street, interrupted by the constant jingle of the nearest 7/11 doors sliding open.
No matter the time, I always feel safe in this city.
Vendors continue frying, steaming and juicing into the early hours of the night.
Lights of every colour flash left, right and center.
The air thickens with steam, you can hear the crackling and spitting of meats deep-frying, inhaling a new aroma with every step you take.
When the daylight is extinguished the night market is revealed.
Spotted all over the city, and across the country, Taiwan is famous for these gems.
No matter the time, there always seems to be people about, shops open, and sounds in the street, interrupted by the constant jingle of the nearest 7/11 doors sliding open.
No matter the time, I always feel safe in this city.
Vendors continue frying, steaming and juicing into the early hours of the night.
Then as the sun rises, a new day continues where the last left off.
Never really finishing, never really starting.
Never really finishing, never really starting.
