Another Chinatown, with the same colors, the same smells, the same… garbage, as all the other. But with an incidental small difference:
After a week travelling in the USA, and being warned about the characteristic violence of the American society, without any problem, it was in the peaceful Canada, in Toronto’s Chinatown, that we met the signs of violence.
The group was not affected, but the guide, professionally, informed that it was… movies. Of course it was! It’s easy to notice the scene:
Everybody, including the man standing on the container, with blood simulating ketchup, was waiting for…
Lights… camera… and… no more action, please!