
Breakfast beginnings
Mornings started in cha chaan tengs — toast, noodles, milk tea, and the quiet bustle of people reading papers before the heat.

Small plates & windows
Midday wandered between cafés and polished dining rooms — Hong Kong Island light filtering through glass, each plate another attempt at calm precision.


Night markets and detours
Evenings brought the neon buzz — vendors calling, oil singing in the pans, the smell of soy and charcoal. I followed the scent into Temple Street Night Market.


Late-night dim sum
Past midnight, the city softened — baskets stacked high, steam rising slow. Dim sum houses still open, small groups talking low.
