XiMen-Ding on a Sunday afternoon from the window of Starbucks at it’s center. Connie and I spent a few hours here reading and watching the crowds. It was also interesting to watch the food-cart sellers plying their illegal trade of fruit, sausages and other snacks. One moment they’d fill this area, then they’d get word the cops were coming, and they’d all vanish like mice when you turn on a light in a dark room. A few minutes later, they’d be back again, and the game went on.