Gulangyu Island 🏝️

We stepped off the ferry and onto Gulangyu Island, where the air smelled faintly of salt and jasmine, and no cars hummed to interrupt the calm. Cobbled lanes curved between colonial houses softened by time, balconies tangled in vines, shutters half open, pianos echoing through old walls. We didn’t need a map. We just wandered. Through sunlit courtyards, up narrow hills, past musicians playing under banyan trees. It felt like walking through a memory, not ours, but somehow familiar. 🏝️🎶🌿 By afternoon, we found ourselves by the sea, sitting on warm stone steps as waves lapped the shore below. Someone sold peanut brittle from a tin cart nearby, and a local boy showed us the best spot to watch the sunset between two leaning trees. Gulangyu doesn’t shout. It hums, soft, nostalgic, deeply human. A place that asks nothing but your attention and gives you everything in return. 🌅🪷🎻 #chinatravel #myitinerary #travel