Close your eyes for a moment. If I ask you to picture the streets of Hong Kong, what do you see? Red taxi drivers honking impatiently… shouting on a street lined with pungent dried seafood shops, trams passing elegantly with the “Ding ding” sound… skyscrapers that pierce the sky… pawn shops with half-broken neon signs that keep blinking to survive… For me, it’s those blinking, fading neon signs that are sooo iconic of traditional Hong Kong – represent who we are as people, shining, resilient,...

Close your eyes for a moment. If I ask you to picture the streets of Hong Kong, what do you see? Red taxi drivers honking impatiently… shouting on a street lined with pungent dried seafood shops, trams passing elegantly with the “Ding ding” sound… skyscrapers that pierce the sky… pawn shops with half-broken neon signs that keep blinking to survive… For me, it’s those blinking, fading neon signs that are sooo iconic of traditional Hong Kong – represent who we are as people, shining, resilient,...