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| The glorious platter of duck packets |
Flying into Shanghai reminded me of flying into
Chicago. The urban sprawl centers on a few disparately tall spires surrounded
by structures barely knee-high in comparison, fading out to the single-family
homes in the almost imperceptible distance. The crush of people in China is
like rush hour on the DC Metro… except it's like that all the time. A civilized
scooter society has been cultivated, though I don't know whether it's due to
government oversight or too many people already on the sidewalk.
