Finished work - we decide to head on down to China town as it is fabled to be quiet extraordinary.
No Kidding its not like anything Richard or I thought it would be. Mainly its made up of tanneries with their filthy uutput running down open sewers - god knows if this can be treated - not that I think it is.
And in tribute to Henri C-Bresson - man jumping puddle (of filth)
Now there are some Chinese restaurants around but all the food has been Indian-ised - similar to the Brit Chinese food. Luckily enough the Owner was having lunch when we walked in - and somehow we hat half her food - proper chinese stuff.
On the way back we picked up a new crew car which Richard is proudly showing off.
And for good measure one more photo for the back of catalogue…
