777 - #19

It's almost as if I'm in China: the tables pulled out to the streets,
the carriages bicycle-driven, the hanzi in neon green,
the sequined scarves and handbags, the human hair and beads,
glass necklaces and fresh water pearls, toys, fragrance, novelties
in shrinkwrap with strange lettering, Qi Gong and chakara cleansing...
Then a bus with a poster of the Dalai Lama smiling.
I guess I'm not in China anymore.