A busy city with a lot of very skillful
drivers. Cars, trucks, buses, pedestrians and bicyclers cross each other's
paths with heartstopping daring but all things considered, it seems
to flow without mishap like some sort of dance. One evening we were
returning to the city after visiting the terracotta warriors. Our talented
bus driver was slipping through the heavy traffic like a fish. Many
thousands were riding home on their bicycles. When I opened the bus
window the soft warm air of the evening carried in the smell of car
fumes and the incredible mixture of sounds, voices, horns beeping, bicycles
clicking....this is a favorite memory of Xian.
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