Pickpocket

       So optimal conditions for picking pockets are not what you might think here.  Rather than the crowded street below, this corner was ideal.

      Last night we'd been browsing and stopping to shop, and just bought steamed buns from the place on the corner.  I walked up the street ahead of Rog a few paces and then turned to say something.

       What I said instead was, "Hey!! Hey, HEY!!! Behind you!!"  As Rog turned on him, the guy dropped all our yuan in the street and disappeared quickly behind a wall.  We were too busy gathering up the cash to follow.

       The thief wasn't a kid but a middle-aged, thin man in a casual suit, dark shirt, no tie.  Weird.