Nothing really prepared me for China. Not for Pizhou anyway. Americans simply never see the kind of China I am seeing. Alleyways filled with broken brick and feral cats. Apartment buildings with broken or barred windows. Car horns blaring. So much concrete and clothes lines and strung up cables that it’s difficult to find the moon or the sun or even a blue patch of sky. Perhaps I’m being a bit too dramatic. I do like the people. I like them very much. Friendly. And they love taking pictures. Today at a coffee shop, for example, a man turned around and took a picture of me with his phone. He didn’t ask, didn’t make any gestures to ask my permission. He just turned around and took a shot. I loved it. It’s the same when I am taking pictures of them. I don’t really have to ask. I can just turn my camera, aim, and shoot. They might even hold up two fingers or wave. When it comes to photography, the Chinese are my kind of people.