Another week nearly gone so today I am in Guilin Park. This is the nearest biggish park to our house, but it is like all the others, walking paths, teahouse, shady grotto space. I am writing in one of those. But it is still hot. Usual chatty people – all very curious and friendly but I have now explained two or three times every day who I am how long I have been here etc. Advanced conversation today as I managed to say I don’t like shopping and prefer walking in the park. Regret how much it feels like endless intrusion and how much I prefer tapping the keyboard. How sad is that?