Our first Chinese New Year in Hong Kong. Amazing how quiet a city can become. But prior to February 9, everything was scrubbed clean and decorated. Markets were bursting with tangerines, pomelo and all things red and gold encrusted with fish and snakes. Temples were busy and busier now that the new year is under way. One can smell and see the smoke from the incense burning in the temples from blocks away.
On the eve of the new year, we went to the flower market along with about half of the population of Honk Kong. It was an unbelievable sight with every kind of flower you could think of available. I was particularly awed by the gladiolas. They were easily over four feet tall.