Beijing’s Wild Heart: Hutongs, Noodles, and a Wrong Turn to the Wall
Let’s be real. I came to Beijing for the big stuff: the Forbidden City, Tiananmen Square, and of course, the Wall. But the second I stepped off the plane at Daxing Airport, I realized this city wasn’t just a list of landmarks. It’s a living, breathing, buzzing thing. The metro ride into town was a sensory overload—a river of people, the blaring announcements in Mandarin, the smell of something delicious and unknown. A single ride is cheap, too, starting at…