One day in January, 2012.
Not Mao's China; we start with the refurbished Shanghai Club.
Here's the same building from the Bund. Pelham Warren, then the British consul, opened the club in 1911. Today it's a fancy hotel, with a French restaurant called Pelham's. You can ask for him; he's washing dishes in the back.
A minute's walk away is the Gutzlaff Signal Tower, built in 1908 more or less at the boundary between the British and French concessions. The tower announced noon and, more urgently, warned ships of impending typhoons.
The view across the Huangpu must now rank as one of the ten most famous skylines in the world. Which, presumably, is exactly what the Chinese intended. The three tallest are, from the left, the twin towers of the International Finance Center, the zigguratty Jin Mao ("Golden Prosperity") Tower, and the hole-in-the-head World Financial Center. In front of them are the Shangri-la Hotel (including the towers with the V-shaped roof line and the waterside building in front of it) and the Mirae Asset, Aurora, and Citigroup buildings.
The view downstream and along the Bund, which must have one of the widest sidewalks in the world. Familiar faces: the Custom House, with the clock, the green-pyramid of Sassoon's Cathay Hotel (later the Peace Hotel and more recently the Fairmont Peace), and at the far right the twin towers of the Hyatt.
Half a mile downstream, the Garden Bridge crosses Suzhou Creek. (The garden is long gone.) The first three buildings on the left are the Broadway Mansions hotel, the lower and older Astor House hotel, and the Russian consulate, straight out of a colonial pattern book. The building on the right used to be the Shanghai Rowing Club and what looks like an old, filled-in swimming pool.
The British Consulate, across the street. Opened in the 1870s, it had an on-again, off-again existence until it was finally closed during the Cultural Revolution. For decades after, it was left to mold, but it's now part of the Peninsula Hotel property and has been tidied up.
The former Union Church, a Protestant church bordering the creek, was confiscated in the 1950s and made into offices. Later it was almost demolished before being converted to apartments. The spire is entirely new.
Across the creek is the General Post Office from 1924. Now a postal museum.
Looks like the messenger of the gods up there on the left, no? Better than air mail.
Nearby, this is the former Capital Theater, partly also an office building once with Socony Mobil among its tenants.
The dome of the theater lobby.
Drifting south, away from the creek and a block back from the river: Yuanmingyuan Road, with sober office blocks.
Might be Liverpool, except for the Oriental Pearl Tower at the back and perhaps the perfect tidiness of the street.
What do you think this is?
We can step inside.
Here's the same building seen from the Bund. It's the home of the Roosevelt China Investments Corporation. Go back a bit and it was the Foreign Trade Building; farther still, it housed Jardine Matheson, a company founded on the export of opium to China. The DNB quotes Jardine writing in 1830 that opium is "the safest and most gentlemanlike speculation I am aware of."
A few blocks to the south, the Metropole Hotel was an investment by David Sassoon, who already owned the Cathay. The Metropole has a twin, the Hamilton House, which is at the far right.
You're not impressed by the China Mutual Life Assurance Building, from 1910? Step inside.
The foyer floor.
The ceiling.
Another detail.
Oh my goodness. This is the Westin Hotel, and just a few years ago the sign read Rolls-Royce Motor Cars Shanghai. Perhaps the dealer needed more floor space.
The Anglican Holy Trinity Cathedral of the Diocese of North China was built in the 1860s to a design by the eminent George Gilbert Scott. Confiscated after 1949, then abandoned, "the red church" was restored and reopened in 2011.
We'll head west along Nanjing Road.
The China United Apartments, built (as if you couldn't guess) by an insurance company and subsequently converted to the Pacific Hotel.
The Marvel Shanghai Hotel, formerly a YMCA.
Shanghai had several YMCA's, including one for Chinese, one for Japanese, one for the military, and this, for generic foreigners. The building now houses the Shanghai Sports Administration.
The Grand Theater and, behind it, the forbiddingly gloomy Park Hotel. If you thought the Radisson hotel chain was Canadian, you're obviously wrong. It's extra-terrestrial. Can't you hear the low organ notes when it's transmitting back home?
A closer look at the Grand Theater, from about 1930 and still running.
A closer look at the Park Hotel and YMCA. The architect, the Hungarian László Hudec, also did the Grand Theater.
The tower of the nearby racecourse clubhouse, 1933.
The clubhouse itself, reminiscent of London's Piccadilly Hotel.
A viewer of this website writes to say (2/22/2014) that Katharine Burkill was the wife of Albert William ("Bertie") Burkill, one of the sons of Albert Robson Burkill, founder of the A. R. Burkill Company, a chemicals company that still exists in Hong Kong. In the 1920s Bertie Burkill was also Chairman of the Stewards of the Shanghai Race Club, and he has been quoted as saying that "factions come and factions go, and generals rise and fall, but it seems that our Chinese friends will always remain with us; and I have come to believe, so well do we get on together, that if the three race clubs had the power to rule this country, they would do it very well."
What's happening at Xintiandi, that alternative to highrise jails? We're just about there but can't resist this corner. It's the color. Be careful: it makes the credit cards in your pocket twitch.
Xintiandi repurposes worker's housing.
Not yet redone.
Night falls over Pudong. What is it with colored lights?
Come morning, the skyline looks hungover.
The Bund at night.
Sober daylight.
Feeling steamrolled by the Western World? Let's run over to the Yuyuan Gardens.
Discouraging?
Japanese gardens in Kyoto are smaller but feel bigger.
Careful you don't take a careless step.
Just outside: housing of two generations. Go through the gate?
Much closer to the truth of daily life than anything in the Yuyuan Garden.