Calves burn before the souvenir stalls make sense. Gray stone pitches stack between landings; each 台 gives a breath, then the next flight pulls you toward upper Yuzhong.
十八梯 (Shíbātī) is named for those steep stair runs of the old hillside neighborhood — “eighteen” as place-name sense for many flights, not a pedometer dare. What you walk now is a rebuilt tourist old-town weave: seven-street, six-alley grain refreshed for visitors, still stair-first.
This is not Hongyadong’s neon stilts over the river, and not an untouched Qing ruin. Cliff-neighborhood texture, honest rebuild, climb as the body job.