Tipping point for love comes at night

As a single-never-married guy, I can now say there comes a tipping point in your relationship with, well, your hometown when you decide "that's it" - you'll no longer whine or whinge about its shortcomings or dark side but accept it for what it is with complete resignation or wisdom.

You even discover, and take delight in, its positives or simple pleasures. If you are married to, or irretrievably in love with, a Homo sapiens, you probably know that might-as-well-get-on-with-it feeling.

That feeling dawned over several nights in Beijing, my home for the last two years. Let me propound a theory: If you want to fall in love with your hometown, check it out at night.