Muslim Noodles, The Colonel and Epic Failures

Our first evening in Yangzhou, pronounced "Young Joe" by our friend living here, led us to a noodle joint on one of the main streets in town.  The thing that makes this noodle joint stand out among the multitudes of noodle joints in this part of the world is that these are Halal noodles.  You see, this noodle joint is built beside a cemetery where a famous Muslim guy is buried who brought the faith to this part of China back in the 1200's.  His still small band of followers keep the faith and cook the noodles hot for lunch and dinner.  We ate a great meal and ordered some cha...said in a high voice.  Word is, if you don't use the high voice it means woman of ill repute instead of tea.  Now there's a cultural faux pas. I'll take 4 women of ill repute and 4 bowls of noodles.  Oops.  As noted on my last visit to China, KFC is huge here.  The Colonel, with his wee beady eyes, stares out on every other street corner calling to chubby kids to eat his chicken. It seems to be working as overweight KFC kids waddle all over town crying for red and white buckets of greasy goodness.  All respect to the Colonel.  He has reached across cultures and kicked some booty.   A noted architectural feature of the city are sidewalks and bridges that go to nowhere.  We took notice of sidewalks that flow right into cement walls, stone cliffs and waterways.  There was also a bridge with stone walls on both sides of it so there was neither a way onto the bridge nor off of it.  I took a picture of that one.  Along with the double walled bridge were several ones with one side walled off, but they seemed almost useful after seeing the epic definition of bridge uselessness.  It seems there may be some sort of planning problem..