Okay. I’ve decided to take my camera and my wardrobe a little more seriously.
There is no way I am going to put myself through the torture of being in Chinatown the day before the eve of the Lunar New Year ever again. Doesn’t matter where in the world I happen to be.
People can kill. Throngs of people can kill. Throngs of people with heavy red baskets knocking into the back of your knees will kill.
I played with the snowglobe over and over when I got home. Then I got a bit calmer.