【Cang'er Avenue

With the snow-capped Cangshan Mountain on your left and the moonlit Erhai Lake on your right, this twelve-kilometer romantic artery unfolds Dali's soul like a flowing scroll. Cycle through morning mist as Bai ethnic villages awaken from pink cherry blossom clouds; at noon, watch tree shadows paint wild calligraphy of light on the asphalt; while dusk brings the ultimate luxury—the entire avenue gilded by sunset into a molten ribbon, dotted with distant white sails like silver coins scattered by the sky across Erhai. Every bend is a shutter trap: girls in tie-dye skirts create color clashes with rainbow guardrails, while motorcycle boys streak past leaving clouds as headscarves. Here, slowness isn't a choice but instinct—when snow mountains and lakes simultaneously reflect in your coffee cup, you'll understand what "Dali time" truly means.