Runaways

Our Sunday morning family outing took an unexpected twist yesterday as we were trying to catch a cab on Ping’an Dadao just east of Nanluoguxiang.

A young boy, about ten years old, was standing in the middle of the lane trying to hail a taxi. The driver screeched to a sudden stop to avoid hitting him, and then sped off as soon as he got around. Other cars were doing the same, honking angrily as they circumvented the scene.  By now, the usual crowd of gawkers had gathered to stare in befuddlement.

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