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Yesterday we took a trip over to 798, the modern art district.  It was awesome.    The area was, of course, as everything is here, encircled by a guarded cement wall.  Inside – the first sign we had stumbled upon something wonderful – was graffiti.  And giant sculptures.  Of disgusting, warped, crazy things.  There were  about a hundred galleries and, even more impressive, dozens of legitimate coffee shops.  Like, they had Tilly expresso (i.e. real coffee).  So great.  Proof that angsty artists and their followers are the same on every continent.

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