Keep your belongings in front of you. What’s in front belongs to you; what’s behind, belongs to someone else.
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Whenever we left or entered the bus, our tour guide gave a reminder to check our personal belongings. At first, I felt we were being treated like children but soon realized how easy it is to become engrossed while surrounded by the distractions of China.
Old Shanghai Bazaar
What luck! Once again, we were given time to explore on our own. After the splendor of the financial district (The Bund), some in our group discovered another world a short distance away. These are the real people we had little occasion to see. I thank RJ for sharing these wonderful pictures.
More day-to-day scenes:
The Ritzier Bazaar
While a few explored the vibrant open market, others followed Jackie, our tour guide, to a more upscale sector where anything from floral teas to pearls; jade to cameras; clothes to emporiums and brand name, and best-quality knock-offs were secreted. One daring couple opted to check out the underground market. I had no interest in shopping but decided to tag along for the adventure. Led through masses of humanity, avoiding elbows and bodies, we entered an alley, made a turn and afollowed a short path to a nondescript door. Jackie must have knocked to gain entry, but I don’t recall. Before leaving, he expalined our route back to the group’s meeting place. Poof. I blinked and he vanished.
We entered, were sized up, and
drilled asked what was needed. I experienced a thrill of excitement and a chill of forebody. No one knew where we’d gone.
The room small and windowless, shelves on three walls displayed elegant purses, luggage, watches etc. Like a wolf waiting to pounce, the attendant pushed merchandise on the couple. A second man watched the proceedings. Nothing suited. How about this? Maybe you’d like that… The room shrank and grew smothering. Eyes to the door, my nerves hummed. Escape wasn’t easy. Like it or not, we were in for a hard sell. Special for you, I have … How about a fine watch. Ernesto bought a piece of luggage instead. Avid shoppers, he and his wife already needed another bag for their China purchases. We were free at last. Ernesto, husband of the well-travelled couple I’d shadowed, wasn’t impressed. “Might as well buy a real Rolex for the price they want.”
We hadn’t advanced further than a few paces when a young woman materialized from behind, promising another place, a better deal. She wouldn’t take no for an answer. We kept moving. The whole business became uncomfortable. Seeing us a waste of time, she took the hint, and melted into the crowd.
As everywhere else, knock-offs are illegal in China. If you are caught, off to the police station you go. Your tour group continues as scheduled and you have to find your way back to them on your own dime. Of course, you don’t get to keep your loot either.
Dinner Sunday night
- Tomato soup with egg
- Rice with egg
- Lightly breaded white fish
- Mixed vegetables
- Eggplant in a sauce
- Beef in sauce
- Sliced curry potatoes
- Scrambled eggs
- Sweet and sour chicken
- Watermelon slices
Shanghai Quick Facts:
- Home of the (open air) Bird’s Nest, capacity 80,000
- Popular sports: ping pong, table tennis, basketball and soccer
- World Financial Center, 2nd tallest in the world
- Houses used to cost $1,000 / square foot; now up to $5,000 / square foot
- Kindergarten parents pay about $1,000 per month
- School free grades 1 to 9
- Live-in maid service pays $1,000 per month
- Twice-a-week service pays $10. per hour
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Next on June 16, Shanghai, Part 4 – Silk Factory and More
© 2017 Tess @ How the Cookie Crumbles
FYI: This is a re-blog of the best parts of my trip in 2014.
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I am currently on an unplanned sabbatical. Please bear with me. Hope to return soon. Thank you for reading and for your kind and continued support.