Rua do Gamboa, Macau 2014
When I was little, the few memories of visiting Macau I held were of sweetly flavored Portuguese egg tarts, crumbling almond cookies being baked en masse in the streets, and candy colored buildings that evoked Disneyland. The former Portuguese colony was always something of a long-held curiosity, and my innocent associations almost subconsciously rejected the assault of contemporary images of Macau as the new hedonistic paradise, the Las Vegas of the East. Really, I had only visited perhaps once or twice in my life as a child, and yet there was something so vivid and nearly tangible of Macau’s past allure that I couldn’t quite let go of it as I prepared for my recent trip, the first time since I was a child. (more…)
The Medford Pact 