In Xiamen, the sea breeze opens doors to the world and drifts through ordinary windows. Some people follow the sound of the tide and turn new ideas into reality; others arrive with distant accents and slowly learn to call unfamiliar streets home. Even those busy with the daily grind are quietly looked after by the city.
Xiamen sits on the sea, and the sea runs through the city. Here, the distant becomes everyday, and the everyday becomes something to look forward to.
