Yichang

After our Yangtze cruise, we had 24 hours in Yichang before our train to Shanghai. We found lunch at a small food market (spicy noodles and potatoes, plus bread, all for under a quid) and sat down to eat amongst the bemused stares of the locals (we didn't see another westerner for our whole time here).
After lunch we wandered through the 'fresh' food market - bags of live frogs, snakes, and fish gasping for oxygen in tiny tanks. Fortunately we turned off before the fresh dog section. To resupply for our day long train to Shanghai, we found a large supermarket. Upstairs we got the usual pot-noddles and biscuits; downstairs was the fresh fish counter. As we arrived one of the occupants made a dash for freedom, flopping hopelessly in the isle in front of us. It was quickly recaptured by the fishmonger, and the prompt thud of a meat cleaver signalled its fate.

In the evening the main square was full of competing groups doing Tai Chi, ballet, and hip hop (amongst other things). Walking through I wasn't sure who was more bemused by who. I suspect this sort of thing goes on every night, given that this was an uneventful Tuesday evening in September.