He’s such a funny guy; so clever and charming and smart, with a great grasp of American (and Jewish, as it turned out) slang. One day he was telling us some fact about something (he told us lots of facts about lots of somethings) and he misspoke so he said, “I didn’t mean to say that. So sorry. Senior moment.” He’s 12. Okay, maybe 30.
Whatever, he’s delightful.
Today we visited Suzhou, an ancient city on the Yangtze River where we took a cruise on the Grand Canal and walked through the market.
Then we had lunch and visited a silk workshop where we saw how they extract the silk and then make it into comforters and scarves and sweaters which, of course, we had the opportunity to buy. Once again I resisted but now I’m sort of sorry I didn’t buy a silk comforter.
On to our farewell dinner - a lazy susan affair with no liquor.
The unnamed bank robber…uh, person...in this photo (left) is going to kill me. Unfortunately her precautions didn’t prevent her from getting the Chinese cold that we were all passing around. That was her least favorite souvenir when she got home.
I wish I had taken a photo of the flight attendants on that flight from Beijing – they were stunningly beautiful. Luther, an 80something man in our tour group said to me: “This waitress here (pointing at a flight attendant), she would be the perfect model for a Chinese doll.”
That’s the end of my Chinese adventure.
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