From the mosque we took a taxi to another part of the city, a very old quarter that will most likely be torn down in the next couple of years to make way for large and ugly apartment buildings. We saw many remnants of the communist ideals painted on the walls. Slogans regarding friendship, solidarity and respect for community life were in plane sight and in some cases newly refreshed. (Blake is fluent in the Chinese language and was able to read thee signs to us.)The streets were narrow, twisting and snaking through this district making it a difficult place for the unfamiliar to negotiate.
We ate lunch in a typical outdoor place and sitting at the table we were certainly an oddity for the community to see. At one point a Chinese man walking passed us took our picture.
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