Rujin Hotel Taiyuan Villa
I first studied at the Shanghai Institute of Chinese Academy of Sciences during my master's year, and though I was just a stone's throw away from Taiyuan Villa, I never really took notice of it back then. Revisiting years later felt almost surreal — like stepping into a memory I didn’t know I had. Maybe I passed by six years ago, glimpsing that elegant old villa with its imposing gate and wondering who could possibly live inside. Fast forward to today: I finally stayed here, walked the same stairs once trodden by General Marshall, stood at the window, and in the misty rain, for a moment, saw myself — still that broke student from years ago. The weather kept me indoors, so I missed the garden’s charm, but tradition holds: I headed straight across the street to my favorite dumpling shop for four ounces of steamed buns. My appetite hasn’t changed — nor has my waistline. But honestly? That’s okay. Room 5132 hasn’t been renovated in ages. Peeling paint on the window grilles, curtains fluttering in the humid breeze, and creaky wooden floors that groan underfoot — yes, it’s noisy, but that’s exactly why I chose this place. It’s not about luxury; it’s about atmosphere. When I checked the platform later and saw the listing go gray, I thought, “Wait… closed already?” Only after reading reviews did I realize it was just the long-awaited renovation — relief! I’m glad they’re taking their time. One day, I’d love to come back with my girlfriend, book a room with a balcony, enjoy tea among flowers, and once again let the old floorboards whisper stories from a century past. And if possible, maybe a little discount? Because between the last visit and now, one thing’s clear: my age and weight have increased, but my wallet? Still sounds like coins clinking. Still the same broke grad student. Just hope the price isn’t as tight as my pocket. Funny, really.
