Have I mentioned that there are a lot of people here?

The wet market is so named because, well, it's wet. The floors are usually getting hosed down, or fish are sloshing water out of their pans, etc. Let's just say it's not somewhere you would want to wear your good clothes. A dry market, by contrast, er... well, I suppose a supermarket would count. Or it might be somewhere that sells grains and spices, but "dry market" isn't really commonly used. It's all about the wet market.

This is one of the larger wet markets near downtown Shanghai -- there's a whole 'nother double-sided aisle running parallel, where all kinds of meat pieces, products, and the like are for sale. Wet markets, by the way, are not for the faint of stomach; if you don't like thinking of what you eat as having been alive or having a face... well, in that case, you wouldn't be Chinese.

You could, however, still focus on the farmer's market aspects -- fresh, pretty local (I would bet that most items qualify for a 100-, if not 50-, mile diet), independent vendors. I hold out hope that the wet market tradition will persevere in the face of development, if only because they're still relatively popular in ultra-developed Hong Kong and Singapore (although supermarkets have definitely risen in the latter over the last decade), but with the big names -- chains like Carrefour, Tesco, Krispy Kreme, and Baskin Robbins, not to mention the fast food and restaurant places already here -- moving in apace, part of me worries that China will sacrifice a little too much in its race to catch the West, and won't be able to go back.

You might think, especially if approaching from behind, that a morning line 30 people deep was for the bus (or buses, as there are at least two that share this stop). But no, it's for the steamed bun seller.

I'm pretty sure the local Starbucks doesn't get this kind of line.

Yes, there are more. These ones are my faaaavorite.

Also pork, but not much broth. Both steamed and fried (simultaneously), so they have the crispy underside and the soft upper. Aside from not being soup dumplings, they also differ from the other dumplings in shape: they're closer to a crescent or half-moon shape than spherical. They're don't have the sweet tinge of sheng jian bao, and they're not quite the same taste as the xiao long bao, although I'm at a loss to describe the difference.

Guo tie aren't exclusive to this part of China, and are the dumplings that you're most likely to find in other parts of the world (they're also related to Japanese gyoza -- and, sadly, to the disturbingly named "Peking ravioli" that you find in New England), although the quality and contents can vary tremendously.

When I said "these" are my favorite, I meant the ones in the picture, from this vendor. He stands in an open stall, facing the sidewalk, so that the dumplings (and their aroma) are smack next to you. Best. Advertisement. Ever.

I think Urban Chicken WBAGNFARB.

I know this is a little late, seeing as the Olympics have been over for more than a week, but in my defense, this was from the final day.

Certain of the larger bus stops in Shanghai are outfitted with flat-screen TVs (and no, nobody tries to break them, steal them, or spray-paint them. There is something to be said for civilized society, and you may read that as you will). Most of the time, as far as I know -- it has to be said that I don't pay too much attention -- they are either off or showing ads. On a Sunday in the not too distant past, however, this one was showing the US-Spain gold-medal basketball game. It drew a much bigger crowd (I counted as many as 25 people in the last five minutes of game time) than the Chinese guy in the boxing bout that preceded it.

Why, how do you get your trees delivered?