On one of the narrow alleys of the labyrinth known as Kashgar old town, two young girls in red dresses appeared from one of the identical mud-brick houses. All of a sudden the thousands years old street and the whole city was painted with rhythm of the poems and fragrance of romance. To me, this is my ultimate unforgettable moment of Xinjiang.
Just as everywhere else in China, urban redevelopment poses a serious threat to the invaluable yet fragile history and traditions of Kashgar. This Is Xinjiang blog has a nice post on the demolition blueprints of Kashgar old town. Let’s help to make sure it will not happen.
