All of the little grocery shops around here are called, "Chinos," because they're all owned by people who are from China. There's one right next door to my apartment... not my favorite place. The Chinos tend to lack produce and any meat besides ham. Big and/or well organized and stocked grocery stores seem to be a rarity. Today, I walked past a REAL SUPERMARKET with a variety of produce and cheese and lunch meat, walked in and stood amongst the pretty produce, thought and truly felt, "This. This is heaven," and walked right back out because I actually had no desire to buy anything at the moment.
The guards at the door gave me a weird look. I don't blame them.
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