

Lijiang, China
The day started with a breakfast of steam buns and pickles chez Eva. We then had, sadly, only a few hours left to wander the magical and now crowded cobbled streets of Lijiang.
We saw a baby of maybe 8 months, with split bottom pants, being hoisted over the edge of the pavement and weeing on the command of a whistle!!! (seemed slightly more like training a puppy than a baby and also a challenge to conventional wisdom in the West that a baby of that age would no...