I need a break. Sleep in. Stay in my PJs till noon. A more familiar breakfast would be nice too.
I leave around two, legs still feeling a little sore from the Great Wall. I meant to go to the art area–789 but being colder than I thought, I stuck with something closer. Beihai Park is a few blocks from the train station and is known for its white dagoda.
Since my dinners the past two days have been kind of sad, I let google lead the way. I have some colorful dumplings at BaoYuan Restaurant. I order two types and the waitress asks me if twelve is enough. Really?! Both ended up with pork– the purple have cabbage and crisp rice while the white have zucchini, lotus and corn. Yum!