In Zibo, taxis are plentiful and cheap. In Beijing, they are scarce, expensive and the drivers refuse to take you to nearby destinations; it's just not worth their while. So getting from "A" to "B" is problematic. Okay, enough complaining. Here's what we enjoyed:
As we walked down the narrow, dirty street leading to the hotel, Ross was getting increasingly dubious. I'd already demonstrated to him that I was not the person you'd want to put in charge of an expedition; now where was I leading him? But his concerns vanished as soon as we reached the hotel entrance. We were greeted by three slim beautiful women wearing cheongsam dresses who spoke very good English. They had one vacancy and we could have it for one night. We wound through a hallway filled with antique furniture, pictures and photos and up a crooked flight of stairs to a verandah overlooking a narrow courtyard.
The next day as we walked out, we passed a plaque on one of the nearby buildings indicating that the people had been living on this street since the 13th century. Shivers. Double Happiness was a memorable highlight of our time in Beijing.