Upstairs are a couple of rooms of Socialist Realism, with ubiquitous Maos--first, youthfully slender in front of a traditionally rendered mountain, then putting on weight just like those Buddhas.
The Maos started thin but then got larger over time.
The Socialist Realism rooms are downstairs.
We couldn't give up any money or time to force kids to serve us.
People from Latin America are expert at picking up fakes, not Middle Easterns.
A man shows interest in a collection.
Some wet people are smiling.
A man eats a tasty burger.
'Yes, yes, yes' I told him.