One of the enduring memories of the Forbidden city will actually be the Chinese themselves. Here in their thousands on organised tours from all over the country, they are asserting themselves with new money, sufficient to spend on leisure. And occasionally asserting themselves with lack of manners in queues etc (although this isn't impolite in China as far as we can tell). Fortunately being six foot tall I can see over every person here and if anyone tries to pull a Chinese swifty on me, I go up to them, and lean over the top of them so they turn around, look at my chest and then follow a gaze up to my face directly above them, at which point they usually move back into the correct place in the queue again.
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