Yesterday, I went with some friends to a street market in a new part of town. The market itself was pretty unremarkable. But it was an outside market, pretty unregulated, and the weather was perfect. And we had beers. So a very enjoyable afternoon. I found only one thing I wanted to buy: three sets of old, yellowed postcards to send to friends and family. Nothing in this bazaar was worth more than thirty kuai, but this guy wanted fifty kuai per set! I walked away out of pride, but I wish now that I would have bought them.