We Used to Be Here
Guest author Maureen Tai discovers remnants of the past in a constantly changing Hong Kong
Words and images: Maureen Tai
One of the bittersweet joys of living in a neighbourhood for a long time is that you don’t only know where things are, but where things used to be.
Take for example that darkened rectangular shadow in the nearby children’s playground. It once housed a wooden steam-powered train, a replica made of large wooden logs, smoothed o…




