We didn't have much time to think of being tired. We were met at the airport by "Ivan" and "Ben"--apparently, they feel they must Americanize their names for us tourist types; we also saw a "Bob" and "Richie" at the hotel--whom we identified by the rather large "Bradley Luther Nason" sign they were holding.
Because we missed yesterday, we jumped right in, visiting a garden and historic home, the Shanghai Museum (both pictured), a monument for local soldiers, a jewelry shop specializing in pearls (and apparently kept open late just for us) and, finally, dinner at an authentic Chinese restaurant that included way too much food. We were driven around the city in a van and quickly recalled from our previous trip the craziness and chaos that comprises urban driving here. They use horns quite a bit, but not in the angry way we do at home. And they somehow manage to accommodate cars, trucks, bicycles and scooters all on the same roads and all without stop signs.
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