An endearing photograph of Mr. Sun...
One of the few things I could photograph: the toilet. Always an interesting feature of any household. Are you wondering where all of the refuse went? There was a back entrance to the bathroom (seriously) that we speculated the servants would have to use to manually... well, no graphics needed. I'll simply say that I don't think that cleaning the bathroom at the Sun household was simply a matter of mopping the floor and wiping the seat down.
When we American skyscrapers go to a historic site, we are often more photographed than the other attractions. People seldom ask here in the south whether they can photograph us. In the north (by contrast), people constantly asked me if it was ok to take a photograph of me or with me. Here, someone will slowly sneak up behind you and smile while their friend takes a picture as though they were posing with you. As a result, when I put my camera up in a crowd and take a picture at random, I can usually catch someone in the act, as below...
We still get a kick out of the randomness with which poultry show up in commercial establishments. Here, a rooster protects the ice cream coolers. And, honestly, I am more frightened of the birds here than the dogs. The only angry dog I have encountered was being taunted in a cage by a man with scissors. (Note: I wanted to swing my bag of butternut squash at him for being such an ignorant jerk, but I was too cowardly to actually do anything about it, especially since I had no clue how to explain the motivation behind knocking the jerk out in Mandarin to the entertained Cantonese men surrounding him.)
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