I walked down a side street near an area called HoHai in Beijing to find all kinds of little treasures. This street was perfect. Dozens of tiny shops, from antiques to chocolates to perfumes to books to everything in between. There were many colors and outfits. From inside one of the little stores, this tiny girl walked out. She must have been the daughter of the proprietor. She leaned on the door and looked up and down the street, in her own zone.