Alright, to defend against Asian hawkers of "you wanna by watch, bag, maybe denim, whatchyouwant whatyouwant?" Sing them away. I find that Frank Sinatra really works best. It's also easiest on the singer, which is to say singing is a natural stress-reliever anyway (assuming that being barraged by street vendors is a nuisance). First, I tried using what little Spanish or French that I know, and it worked, but singing to my new friends in public surrounded by thousands of Chinese yields a certain amount of absurdity, refreshing to an isolated traveler. This is my first posting and I lack technique. Give me a chance I'll do better, promises promises.
My low-tech point-and-shoot has ceased to function. So all pics at the moment are courtesy of my Iphone camera. It is time for a hi-tech camera. Until then these will do. Hopefully the full effect of of the "Ruler for Visitors" sign posted at the entrance to The People's Park isn't lost on anyone. I especially like the part about shitting and tormenting small animals.
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