Fresh-Water Pearls (conclusion)

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Karen got to choose one as a consolation prize.

And then the saleslady turned on the hardest sell we were to encounter from anyone other than a street vendor.  She simply would not take "No" for an answer.  After all, what American tourist doesn't like jewelry?  But the saleslady'd met her match.  So she switched to pearl powder, something I'd never heard of, but Karen was familiar with it.  I guess it's some type of beauty aid.  Still no sale.  So, as we were about to leave, the severely disappointed saleslady showed us a bargain table off to the side.  And still no sale.  She gave up, and she told me I was lucky to be married to a lady who didn't like jewelry.

Since you're familiar with the Pixiu (no anus, remember, so good luck in never leaves), I thought I'd sneak in a picture of the pearl store's Pixiu.

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