{"content":[{"text":"that things were done differently here. You just shut the door after leaving, \n for it was assumed that you were honest. The members of the Chinese staff \n always seemed to know when we were in our rooms or not, for they never \n disturbed us by walking in accidentally when we were there. \n Our room was quite posh and very comfortable. As we noticed blocked- \n up doorways, we concluded that we were in part of a former suite of rooms. \n The main bedroom was very large and smart; the bathroom had a good \n shower, and there was also a small room for storing suitcases and clothing. \n From the windows we could look down over the city, which by now was lit \n up. \n At eight o’clock we went up to the next floor for dinner. We were served \n an excellent meal – one of the nicest so far. It included rice, chicken, beef, \n fish, delicious chopped cabbage, and soup to finish. \n After dinner I went out for a walk and met Frank Cahill, who willingly \n accompanied me. Although most of the shops were closed by now, there \n were still plenty of people about, either walking or cycling along the poorly- \n lit streets. For the first time in China we saw couples walking arm-in-arm. \n Although there was less traffic about at this hour of the day, it was quite \n noisy. We noticed that the streets were not as wide as the ones in Beijing or \n Nanjing, and that there were fewer trees to be seen. \n When I returned to the hotel, I went up to my room, where I took out a \n map of pre-liberation Shanghai, which a cousin of my mother had posted to \n me from Canada. As he had been born and educated in old Shanghai, he \n wanted to know what it was like now. I was curious to compare the street \n names, for I had discovered an up-to-date map on the counter of an \n attendant’s office on our floor. I walked to the counter, which was \n unattended, and began comparing the two maps, but made little progress. \n A young attendant, who was dressed in a loose-fitting white jacket, came \n out to see what I was doing and, in Chinese, told me that there was a bigger \n map down in the lobby. \n I therefore took the lift down to the lobby, where I saw the map that the \n lad upstairs had told me about. I asked an elderly man at the reception desk, \n in Chinese, if I could buy one of these maps. As he did not understand me, I \n repeated the question in English. He replied in perfect English, with quite a \n polished accent, that they had no more of the maps for sale. He was very \n courteous; it was obvious that he had been educated in an English-language \n school in the old days. He was happy for me to compare my map to the one \n on the desk, which I now began to examine in detail. The first change that I \n noted was that the old Race Course had been changed to Renmin (People’s) \n Square and Park. Jessfield Park, which my mother’s Canadian cousin had \n frequented, was now Zhongshan (or Sun Yat-sen) Park. All the foreign names \n had been removed and the streets given Chinese names: Avenue Joffre had","bbox":{"left":0.150857,"top":0.085511,"width":0.695011,"height":0.817567}},{"text":"!","bbox":{"left":0.150857,"top":0.932491,"width":0.0044410000000000005,"height":0.016707999999999945}},{"text":"89!","bbox":{"left":0.488874,"top":0.932776,"width":0.026775999999999966,"height":0.016707999999999945}}],"images_bbox":[],"images_bbox_not_text_overlap":[]}