It was the people, the real
Wangfujing street looked like any other city with bright neon signs strung across stories of concrete, seas of faces crowding the thin sidewalks, pop music blasting from little stores. The flocks of bicycles weaving in between cars on the intersection were a shock, though, along with the drastic contrast between rich and poor. But beyond the billboards of NBA and McDonalds, there was a world opened by a little pagoda of gold, nestled away in a corner. Like the hutong house regions farther down, it seemed to be a place forgotten by the alien eye: a place where only the true people of
Most market places, no matter which country one’s in, are similar. There are sounds and pushes from all sides, all sorts of things to buy, and all sorts of people trying to convince you to buy them. I suppose I wasn’t quite used to this concept yet, only finding myself entranced by the piles of bright purses and jade figures. My interest caught a seller’s eye.
“How much you pay?” she got right to the point.
“How much you pay!” she took in her hand a large red silk coin purse, waving it before my face. “Only fifty yuan, a special deal for you!”
Why did I have to be so entranced by the bright coloured knick-knacks? “Oh thank you, but I’m not interested!”
But she would not take my answer. “If you buy two, I’ll give a special deal! Only thirty yuan each!” When I continued to walk away, I felt her hand grasp my wrist. Even though she was later in years, her grip was as strong as any man’s, showing no sign of letting go. She continued, “Ten yuan! Wonderful price for you! How many would you like?”
“I don’t want any, thank you!” I cried out, noticing a few eyes take notice to the scene. More importantly, I saw my group far ahead down the street, nearly out of sight. “I must go, I really must go!” I struggled, but her grip wouldn’t give way.
“We’re really not interested.” I turned my head as I felt a jolt on my other arm. Mom! Even at my age, she dared not let me be out of her sight for a moment, let alone allow me to be dragged over by some desperate merchant.
So now the center of the marketplace was the place to watch. How many days did the people see a young white woman as the target of a tug-a-war match between a traveler and a merchant? Feeling sets of eyes watch me made me blush, but eventually, Mom and I won the battle and continued down the street.
There was no hiding, no conforming to a Westernized way, no change from how things had been for hundreds of years before. It was different than what I was used to, but that’s what I loved about it. To mingle with new people steps out of one’s comfort zone. It’s not standard; it’s not the same as everything else. Perhaps that’s why I laughed whenever I thought of the market on Wangfujing, and why I was more eager than ever to go to visit the marketplaces again. This was what traveling truly was about.
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