Today I was walking through the park in Kaifaqu in a haze of sunshine, sea air and June roses. I saw a little girl, around 5 or 6, in a white princess dress walking through the summer flowers with her mother. They were talking to each other, and to my surprise and delight, I found that I could recognize a few words in their conversation. Water for one. And there.
But it wasn’t until the little girl pulled up her dress and squatted that I realized what the mother was saying.