The service at St. Regis Qingdao is first-class, especially the housekeeper Cao Kevin, who is considerate and attentive.

Morning mist gently caresses Badaguan, German red roofs whisper to sycamore trees, and waves embroider century-old rings on the pier reefs. At noon, Yushan Road is steaming with the aroma of clams, and beer foam wrapped in sea breeze flows over the oak barrels of 1903. Dusk kneads the mist of Laoshan into tea cups, and the Olympic Sailing Lighthouse cuts through the stars and falls into the sparkling waves. Between the ebb and flow of the tide, half of the city's streets are soaked in salty romance, and half of the city's lights brew an amber goodnight on the crest of the wave.