It's Tuesday, it's Market Day



Our adventures in our diplomatic posting in Beijing, China.
Today was another one for the "only in China" memoirs.
This morning I rode my bike over to the boys' school. It's about a 15-20 minute bike ride and it was 7:30 in the morning so I rode on streets occupied mostly with local workers walking to the various residential compounds. It was a constant chorus of throat clearing and spitting all the way there and all the way back. I didn't see anyone peeing by the side of the road, which is a frequent occurrence, but I'd had enough when I saw the milk delivery guy walk out of a grocery store and blow his nose on the ground. YUCK!
Well, after hearing about it for the past few years, I was finally able to make a trip to Walmart in China. It's quite a distance from our house but my neighbor, with whom I do food shopping on Tuesdays, had to go there to get a specific oil for his car, so off we went.
I now know that it's important to be VERY specific about what I want out from a hair cut while I live in China.
Today I took Jack and Jed to the dentist. We go to the International SOS clinic. It's a medical clinic for foreign passport holders. Tourists and residents can use it and they take our insurance. Yesterday I had our Ayi call one of the taxi drivers I know to arrange transport to and from the clinic. This makes a huge difference in the ease of the experience. Mr. Dong picked us up at noon and took us to the clinic about 30 minutes away, with no traffic. He left the meter running and waited for us. He speaks a little English and is eager to learn more, so we often teach one another a bit of English and Chinese. He's very nice and smiley and is kind to the boys.
Today I paid a visit to the tailor to whom I was introduced by a dear friend. I may have written about this already, forgive me if some of this is repetitive.
This bagel shop is not far from Jack and Jed's school, a few miles from our house. They have great, home made bagels and on Fridays they sell Challah, but you can only buy one because they don't have many and they want to be fair to anyone who might want one. They have a full menu just like a bagel shop in the US. It's owned by a really sweet Chinese man who, I think, is married to an American. They grow their own organic ingredients and even make their own ice cream. Oh, and of course, like everywhere else here, they deliver, free of charge.
As I walked into an open-air fruit and vegetable market last week, I heard a very loud chorus of crickets. I looked around and saw this display. The small round basket woven balls each contain a cricket. They were for sale as pets. I should have asked the price but I didn't. Sorry. I'm told that in the winter, some people keep these pet crickets in their breast pockets to keep them warm.