I’ve been lucky enough to have had a couple of Mid-Autumn Festivals in Guangzhou, and yeah it’s a bit late, but this is probably my favourite festival in China, even though New Years involves blowing shit up for a couple of weeks and the Golden Week holidays are mesmerising in their Baroque migrations of hundreds of millions.
But Mid-Autumn Festival, the moon hangs swollen and opalescent, seeming to pierce the miasma of pollution as after a typhoon, and the city is illuminated by its radiance alone. It’s the end of the summer fruit, and Mooncakes (especially Lotus seed and iced ones) are eaten until pain sets in. Perhaps it is that even in the megalopolises of China the remembrance of the passing of the seasons is still fresh. Anyway, to all my dear friends from Guangzhou wherever you are, 中秋节快乐