Operas and Hutongs

On Friday night, we had dinner at a restaurant that featured Sichuan opera. The dancer comes out and does some sort of dance and every time she flicks her head the mask changes. I spent the better half of the performance trying to figure out exactly how this worked.

I haven't figured it out yet.

But, I am thinking that if all else fails, I could totally dance around and flick my head and change my mask.

Afterwards, we went to a hutong (in Beijing, that's like an alley) filled with bars. We wandered in and out and sat down on a rooftop deck and watched the world go by.

This is a few members of the group wandering down the street.
Brian and Zach ordered this rather girly concoction.

And here is the dancer.
Sorry I don't have any better pictures of the masks.