the architecture and the rich mahogany interiors stood in stark contrast to the sterile marble so much in evidence in Russian-influenced Peking. But, alas, the good citizens of Shanghai were no more familiar with that famous profile than those in the capital had been. One early evening, while scouting locations in Shanghai's shopping district, our small group had been walking with Hope for several blocks. It was obvious that we were noticed by hundreds of passersby, but only as visiting Westerners. Then from around a corner materialized a group of squealing teenagers waving what appeared to be autograph books. As they ran toward us, Hope said, "You chaps go on ahead and I'll catch-up after I take care of these -- " The girls rushed past him and into a department store that looked to be having a sale on Junior Miss kimonos. The girls were waving coupon books and, watching them rush by him, Hope looked slightly embarrassed. I felt sympathetic and said, "Well, Bob, now you know how it feels to be a nobody." Without breaking stride, he shot back, "How do you stand it?" * * * * Our accommodations at Shanghai's Chi Ching Hotel were as comfortable and steeped in history as any we'd ever been assigned. Gig and I shared the entire fifth floor with two production assistants, with a private elevator that opened onto our common foyer. We had a full-sized living room (with a fireplace), a dining room and a kitchen! The bedrooms