Bella and I were walking home from school one sunny day last week when she made me pull a neck muscle by saying, "Look! They're taking their clothes off!" Forgetting, obviously, that we were in Beijing and not, for example, in Stockholm, where even grandmothers routinely shed their tops and jump into city fountains at the first sign of summer.
But she only meant the shrubbery, which had been covered in protective green canvas tentboxes for the winter. Spring has finally sprung in Beijing, and will hopefully stick around for more than five minutes before the muggy oppressive heat of summer rolls in.
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