I’m a little disappointed that since
living in a dorm in college, I have never had a trick-or-treater come to my
door. In DC this was because only
drunk homeless men stumbled by my alleyway entrance. In Spanish Harlem, it wasn’t worth it for a kid to hike up 5
½ flights of stairs for one lame piece of candy. In the village, everyone watched or participated in the
parade instead. Which brings us to
China…
Last year, I chronicled how
Halloween was starting to catch on as a holiday, thanks to the proliferation of
expats, especially Americans. This
year, we saw the big nightclub up our street setting up a haunted-house type
gauntlet that costumed patrons had to walk through to enter the club. We saw a row of shops offering sweets
to trick-or-treaters who came by (T-o-T-ing at shops, rather than residences, was common in NYC too -- makes sense in big cities of mostly apartment dwellers, I guess).
As for our celebration, we
kept it simple this year. First we
got dressed in costume (well, at least one of us did)…
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| not sure about this outfit, Daddy |
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| ahoy, sailor! |
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| got my T-o-T bag and everything! |
…then we went out for a ice
cream at Cold Stone (yep, they’re here in Shanghai). Treat indeed!
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| no pausing for silly photos, just gimme the ice cream! |
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| can't smile because I'm thinking about that next bite! |
The photo of her with her tongue out for the ice cream is precious.
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