A young boy was riding on the seat of a three-wheeled motorcycle parked on Shennong Street

Little boy was on the seat of motorcycle — Little boy on a motorcycle

I stepped into Shennong Old Street. The guidebooks refer to this place as “the highlight of Tainan tourism,” but when I actually walked there, I found that although it certainly had a nice atmosphere, it was not as special as I had expected. The old streets continue on both sides of narrow alleys, but they are shorter than one might expect, and it does not take long to walk from one end to the other.

As I was walking down the street, I noticed an old motorcycle parked on the side of the road with an old cargo bed. A young boy was sitting on the seat. He was not the kind of child who blends in with the tourist atmosphere, but the embodiment of local daily life itself. The boy was dressed in pajama-like clothes, and perhaps because he was so young, he could not reach the handlebars of the bike. He had no choice but to place both hands on the seat. He may have thought he was the driver, but perhaps because he could not put his hands on the handlebars, his expression was somewhat unsatisfied.

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