The Bund. Across the water, the buildings curve and stretch like a Hanna Barbara sketch of a city in the future.

Where we stood, the architecture was older, the streets lovely and muted, European. It was about to rain and all around us families snapped pictures from under umbrellas, while the men who pace the streets in electric blue jumpsuits wielding enormous, twiggy brooms, stopped and rested on the steps. 

We went to the Waldorf Astoria and had classic, pre-1915 cocktails. Dan’s tasted like a college bar shot (mint, peach, rum) and mine tasted like a creamsicle that was undrinkably heavy handed with the gin (gin, blue curaçao, cream). Sticking to post 1915 cocktails from now on. 

At the Waldorf Astoria