Taipei is easing back into its usual bustling self after the lunar new year holiday. What I noticed the morning after I returned as I left my apartment were the smells: first incense, and then the sweet freshness of flowers in bloom. Already, the winter chill is skulking away, although the hot steaminess of summer has yet to arrived. My walk to the bus stop in the morning's cool crispness is then punctuated by the smells of exhaust from scooters and cars making their commutes, and of fried eggs and dough sticks for sale on roadside breakfast stands.
Yet as of late last week, not everyone was back at work, and so these senses were particularly potent.