You could tell by
the street signs that Shanghai had not completely reverted back to the
international city it formerly was. The Japanese occupation was over,
but the Japanese street signs still remained. Alongside those signs
were new signs with the old international names like Bubbling Well Avenue.
To further clarify or confuse matters there was a third set of signs
written in Chinese, for example, Nanking Avenue.
I was awed as I approached the British Embassy and saw standing in front
of the huge main entrance a giant Sahib from Punjabi. Including his
turban he must have been at least eight feet tallawesome. I reached
his muscular chest; the smaller Chinese would reach only the scabbard
of his huge ornamental sword. His silken shirt and silken balloon trousers
created an elegant, old-world affect. His garments blended with his
four-foot-long curved sword which resembled a Middle Eastern scimitar.
He was truly a throwback to the old days of the British Empire.