In Kaifaqu, a few beggars lie on the ground near the openings to stores and the underground walkway. The wind is particularly bad in this area of town, and lying on the ground has to be terrible. One beggar carries her infant on her back. He's bundled up, but his cheeks are still badly wind burned. Two or three times one of the other children has grabbed onto my left leg and refused to let go for several seconds. He still wears split-crotch pants, which means he hasn't been potty-trained.