Tucked away all through Anping were tiny alleyways that were worth exploring. I first wound my way to Wei’s ancestral home whose past resident had been a Manchurian navy officer. But there were other tiny houses that seemed just as old. Sometimes only a roof remained, or a couple of brick walls to give a hint of what was once there.
I even came across a Japanese house before I headed towards the canal. Hidden within the lanes, it was easy to overlook that Anping was full of waterways like the National Park beyond Yanshui River.
From here to there 