Madame Ping had an office on the hundred-and-eleventh floor with a nice 
unobstructed view across the Huang Pu and into downtown Shanghai. When it 
wasn't foggy, she could even see the facade of her theatre, which was on a side 
street a couple of blocks in from the Bund, its mediatronic marquee glowing 
patchily through the dun limbs of an old sycamore tree. She had a telescope 
mounted in one of her windows, fixed upon the theatre's entrance, and noting 
Nell's curiosity, she encouraged her to look through it.