Stepping into Chikan Old Street is like stepping into a river of time. The ancient buildings are arranged in a charming, staggered pattern, and the bluestone pavement gleams with a soft glow from the wear and tear of years; each stone seems to tell a story of the past.
The shops lining the street are quaint and sell a variety of traditional snacks. The fried dough sticks are freshly made, golden and crispy, bursting with oily flavor with every bite; the chicken biscuits are sweet and savory, layer upon layer of crispiness, leaving a lingering aftertaste. I wandered through the crowd, watching the elderly artisans intently crafting their handicrafts, their exquisite skills truly breathtaking.
At the end of the old street stands an ancient stage. Although no longer used for performances, the ornately carved beams and painted rafters still exude its former glory. Standing beneath the stage, I closed my eyes, as if I could hear the melodious singing echoing in my ears.
Chikan Old Street is a witness to history and a continuation of culture. Here, I felt the weight of time and experienced the vibrant energy of everyday life.