I strolled the stalls, purchasing a Hawaiian shirt festooned with dragons, before retiring to the curbside to stare at the shoppers while sipping a can of Yanjing Beer. You're not only allowed to drink in public in Beijing, you're encouraged to. Merchants sell chilled beer alongside Coke and mineral water. In a nation where the liquor is 140-proof, a measly can of beer doesn' t mean alcohol it means refreshment and an excuse to drink 10 of them. I sat in front of a Korean store which specialized in providing brightly-colored wigs to wear while snapping your picture in a booth for a set of stickers starring you.
Some men do look better in rainbow hair.
I wiggled into my new tropical shirt and finished the beer. He placed a large piece of plywood over the wagon, leaned another against a light pole, and filled both with an array of magazines and newsprint. There's no one multi-section broadsheet in China. Instead you bought your information by the section the Financial News, the Soccer Update, the Fashion Press or Global Affairs. I picked up the government-run English paper, the China Daily, and read the headline.