No, it’s not the smell of coal power stations…although quite often that’s what it smells like in Hong Kong on polluted winter days.
Walking across the traffic crossing towards Wan Chai MTR, a wonderful scent of roasted chestnuts filled my nostrils. It’s winter time!
Yum yum. I haven’t had any yet… but I’m sure these ladies will be somewhere around here as long as no buskers get the spot first.
They are also often across the street by the Hang Seng bank.