After our long day of travel, we had a slow start. We had done the necessary research on the best Dim Sum in Macau and by far the recommended choice was “The 8”. Our reservation was for 11:30 and we were on time – and hungry. The doors to the restaurant should have given us a clue. They were black mirrored glass and as you approached them they automatically swung open. Very cool. The decor inside was amazing. Terry was enthralled with all of the textures, shapes and colours in the room.
The most impressive decorative feature were the several hand embroidered panels of cloth with huge gold fish on them, backlit and hanging from ceiling to floor the entire length of one wall – maybe 40 feet long. The description is very poor and the photo doesn’t do it justice either – but you get the idea.
And then there was the food. We anticipated that, as in Vancouver, they would come around with trays of things you could choose from. Not so. They have a Dim Sum menu you choose from and they bring the plates of 3 or 4 items to you.
It was not only unbelievably fabulously delicious – it was far less expensive than we thought it would be. In fact it was less than 1/2 to 1/3 of what we anticipated. Plus we had several glasses of wine and a beer. We may very well go back before we leave.
From there it was off to the Wynn Casino with its concourse of top end, designer, name brand shops – Versace (Ed. note: who wears that stuff, let alone buys it?), Tom Ford, Bulgari, Chanel, Dior etc. etc. Ken wandered in and out of the shops – we wandered down the concourse gawking. Although we did go in to Tiffany’s – sadly there was nothing Terry liked.
After that, it was a meandering wander to the top of the “Fortress” from where the Portuguese would defend Macau and then in to the rather disappointing museum.
Then it was back down to the hotel via the wandering lanes and incredibly neat, clean and tidy streets, to get ready for our big night out at the City of Dancing Water.
The Shoe Blog
I admit it – I am fascinated with the women’s shoes in this part of the world (Ed. note: A fascination NOT a fixation!). They are wonderfully cute and inexpensive – if you can find your size. Terry has very little luck. But more than the shoes, are the adventures you see women having as they try to navigate their way around the streets and hills.
I took the shoe photo while the woman’s teen age daughter (in the runners) was watching and smiling at me. I had no idea what was about to happen. As they left the store and started down the hill, the woman was confident but careful. About the time she got to the first black square, however, her heel caught one of the grooves and she started to go down. Luckily her daughter and friend were on either side of her and in sensible shopping shoes. They grabbed her and then the three of them gingerly walked down to the crossing (and much flatter) street. Most of the streets and sidewalks in Macau are cobblestones or tiles – why do
people women wear these heels? (Ed. note: But I’m glad they do!)