Evenings pull Dalian outdoors and into its squares. Grandparents stroll the lawns of Zhongshan Square, kids race along the paths, couples stay out late, and at Xinghai Square the crowd spreads all the way to the seawall. A square here works like a shared living room, the place to meet a friend or see who else came out.
Beyond the squares, Binhai Road curls along cliffs and coves, old trams rattle past colonial facades, and Lüshun guards its harbor and hilltop forts at the tip of the peninsula. Summers are warm, wet and breezy, while winters turn cold, windy and dry. A Local Friend walks beside you instead of ahead, matching your steps from one square to the next.
