The top photo catches the new rapid transport station, its roof dressed in a bright, almost playful mosaic of colour. Even under the grey wash of evening rain, it glows—tiles and panels catching the light like a scattered palette above the platforms of Taipei Metro. In a city that moves quickly, even its stations seem to dress with a certain theatrical flair.
By the time I reached Raohe Street Night Market, the rain had settled into the evening like a quiet companion. The usual sea of umbrellas and shoulders was thinner tonight. Many stalls stayed shuttered, their metal doors pulled down against the drizzle. Strangely, I liked it better this way. Night markets are famous for their crowds, but I prefer the softer version—the quieter alleys where you can linger, breathe, and actually see the food being made.
The smell of oyster omelette drifted through the damp air. It has always been a childhood favourite of mine. One bite and the years fold back to high school days: after-class hunger, loose coins in a pocket, the thrill of street food sizzling on a hot iron plate. These days the price has climbed steadily, almost luxurious for something so humble. But the magic has never been the oysters or the eggs alone—it is always the sauce, that glossy sweet-savory glaze poured over the top.
Nearby, a stall fried cubes of Stinky tofu until they turned crisp and golden. The smell arrives long before the stall appears—pungent, unapologetic, and oddly comforting. The outside crackles, the inside stays soft, and together they make something impossible to forget. It feels rarer now. Everywhere you look there are glowing signs for Starbucks or McDonald's, as if the global menu has slowly nudged aside some of the older flavours.
And then there is duck blood, simmering patiently in a dark herbal broth. The soup sits on the fire for days, absorbing the deep perfume of Chinese medicine—roots, bark, and quiet bitterness mellowed by time. The cubes are silky and rich, the kind of dish that carries generations of kitchen knowledge in a single bowl. It is the sort of taste you rarely encounter in Australia, something inseparable from the streets and memory of Taiwan itself.
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