And a grand worship hall that gave me a great sense of reverence:
Afterwards we wound our way through market stalls selling local (and maybe not so local) handicrafts. I dropped $20 on two pairs of intricately cut-out shadow puppets, and then another $30 on two beautiful Vermeer-esque oil paintings, portraits of Chinese minority-tribe women. There was something haunting and gorgeous about the paintings, and I knew if I didn't buy at least one, I wouldn't be able to think of anything else.
We then wandered down the Muslim Quarter, this bustling place filled to the gills with street food vendors, handicrafts stores, and a lot of hustle and bustle.
It was here that I cemented my everlasting love of Chinese Muslim food. I could eat it every day: sizzling lamb skewers, hand-pulled or knife-cut noodles, beautiful and tasty breads, and much more.
One dish to note is a local favorite called yangrou paomo, involving a savory lamb broth over which you break little shreds (or in my case, cubes) of bread, garnished with clear noodles and wood-ear fungus.
Also delicious hand-pulled noodles:
Upstairs, after we went to the bathroom, we discovered a small back storage room claimed as home by a gigantic macaw parrot! She was a very good parrot, who didn't squawk much but kept gnawing on the door:
We bought lots of edible goodies, including fried dried persimmons, dragon-beard candy with peanuts and walnuts, and lots of delicious fried things stuffed with savory meats and veggies. Oh, it was glorious.
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