This is my Hong Kong terrace, and I'm rather partial to it, my much maligned pot-plant and my, now misplaced, Christmas Tree.
I live on Electric Street, opposite Sun Street, in the shadow of Moon Street and just off Star. It's a whimsical, befuddled and peaceful part of town, away from the brash familiarity of SoHo and Central, and sheltered from the international infamy of Wanchai.
I'm underneath Bowen Road, the running trail which spans the city-scape, and adjacent to the wet markets with their fish and terrapins and ducks.
Hong Kong is a city of inconsistencies, complications and simplicity. I love it here.