When I look at the world...

I like to pretend I know exactly what I'm looking at.

Here I am, caught on film doing just that.
Far away from any place I'd ever call home,
I have no idea what I'm looking at.
I have no idea what the signs around me say.
I have no idea what anyone around me is saying.

But with the aid of a practised straight-face and a healthy dose of cover from some sunglasses, you'd think I was carefully inspecting these, knowingly examining the lot for the best.

.....
or not...
.. It is actually surprising how easily a perfectly reasonable and believable straight-face can be held almost perpetually when a chinese shop keeper is beside you, and you don't want to react to the fact that the shop smells like Butchered Dog (shit) and possibly offend him (get butchered yourself).

But At least they look delicious.