Shanghai Botanical Garden

What an odd, odd place this is. Filled with immaculate lawns and flowerbeds. Ladies in wide hats sweep away rogue leaves from the ground but life pours in and over its designated boundaries, refusing to be held back. A small black and white cat seems happily at home in a large, exotic greenhouse, tea parties are set for invisible guests amongst vines and moss. Real plants are superglued to fake rocks made of plaster and polystyrene. A human made cave is carved out under a smoke machined waterfall. Statues and sculptures peer out at you, from a human sized Daffy duck hidden behind a tree, to a hamster sized table and chairs set, and an ants sized speedboat floating amidst bright blue glass beside cacti and succulents. Kitsch and art and reality and the fabricated, all mixed in to one. It was nothing like I expected, I would have thought that I would hate it if I had, but I loved each strange discovery more than the last, with the brushing aside of leaves and the stooping of my head.