Before I hit the slightely less exotic Tesco..sorry Tesco.. it is time for a trip up the Huangpu River that flows by the Shanghai skyline with Tess Karlinski…I have a craving suddenly for crispy duck tonight.. thanks Tess.
Away from the stalking (however polite) salespeople at the embroidery shop, we headed to a different lunch experience. The atmosphere had a cafeteria look and feel and the tables were communal and banquet-hall length. The following links show better than I can tell.
Preparation of BBQ:
Lunch finished, I visited the Ladies’ Room. Again the men’s and ladies’ washrooms were opposite each other. I recognized the door I wanted by a high-heeled shoe decorating it and the Men’s by a black smoking pipe. When I prepared to wash my hands later, I found myself at the sink between two Chinese men. Putting my hands beneath the tap, I expected it to turn itself on. Nothing. The man on my right snatched my hands into a firm but gentle clasp and placed them opposite the sensor’s eye. Afterward, my ever helpful minder noticed my…
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