Haggling for a deal is not my idea of a good time, but I did it anyway. The Pearl Market is full of fake merchandise, everything from electronics to sunglasses, handbags to jeans, and of course pearls. I was able to get prices down pretty fast because none of the Chinese vendors could believe that I have three daughters and their admiration of my large family gave me an advantage. This would always make me smile and I would think to myself, "if you only knew". Unfortunately, as soon as I would get somewhere with my price war, Miri would take the side of the vendor and start saying things like, "It's a good price, Mom. I'll loan you the money so you'll have enough". Sabotage. "Whose side are you on anyway, Miri?" I would think as I looked at her reproachfully.I bought a few shirts and sweaters for Jim and a few souvenirs, but in the end, the best thing to buy in the pearl market are pearls. Imagine that.
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The Pearl! I love mine--who knows if they are real or not--they're real to me. What an experience. I've loved your blogs about China. They bring back great memories.
Oh, Miri!! She makes me laugh. Remember the whole wig incident? Hahaha. Yeah, I needed a smile this morning. Thanks, Kim!
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