Yesterday, in my search for the Tung Wah hospital and its secret riches, I overshot the street I was after.
Okay, that's a lie. I have virtually no sense of direction, so turned left instead of right ... or right instead of left.
But, how glad I am that I did, because I ran across a phenomenon that I'd read about but never seen. Shop after shop sells the most wonderful, colourfully gaudy assortment of, well, these. They're made of paper, and are meant to be burned on the graves of loved ones to give them the thing that the paper represents.
So, for instance, your aunt may want a blue handbag with matching shoes...
Or prefers the luxury brands ...
Perhaps she is musically inclined ...
It's possible that she likes to gamble ...
And sadly, lost her teeth in a high stakes poker game ...
And so can only eat shellfish.
