Once the flag is down, the lights come on, and the kites go up.  The red blur you see here is a really big kite.

Wang-Fu-Jing street feels like the generic Commercial Everywhere that accretes like gumbo to every metropolis.

Here, we sport Coke Light ® on Wang-Fu-Jing.

The Toe Surgeon, plying his mojo on Sarah's big right Specimen.

The Finished Product.

Sarah with Bull.

Matt with Other Bull.

McCafe ® .... McDonald's ® answer to Starbucks ® .

Yep. ®

This was the sign that told us we were on the right path to The Wall.

Driver Ping ushers us past the barbed wire.

Wall.

Compatriots.

Gob-smacking terrain.

Our approach to the Guard Quarters.

Sarah contemplates life in the 15th Century.

Matt just sits there.

The cool thing about Mr. Ting's tour is that, if it continues, some day this ceiling will collapse ON PEOPLE.

Guard Tower from the far side, featuring Sarah.

This one also features Marie-Claude in the doorway.