As I was traveling through the smaller city where the latest child came from, I noticed the roadside was a huge holiday market.
The yellow stacks of papers are burned to honor or worship ones ancestors.
You can see people on certain evenings over the holiday period out on the sidewalks, with fake money going up in flames.
The red signs are hung on the door frames, and are phrases welcoming in the new year with abundant blessings.
I have also considered becoming a vegetarian.