We've only been in China a full day and already we're craving anything but Chinese food. So tonight Bob and I went to a neighborhood Italian place, which was not half bad and half the price of food in the U.S. But as I sat there eating my caesar salad and spaghetti bolognese, in walked a Chinese family, a father, a mother, a grandmother, and two little girls. They spoke French. So only in Beijing could you be eating Italian food served to you by Chinese people while sitting next to French speakers who were Chinese.