Lijiang Market: Dead Produce Section
The men stand around and smoke, spit and argue while women with less teeth than fingers massacre pigs, chickens, ducks, dogs, pigeons and other assorted livestock with alarming efficiency right infront of your eyes. There's no room for queasiness and animal rights here. Rows of these women fill the meat market, turning the floor a sticky red in a furious flurry of cleavers. I never really believed that death had a smell until I came here. Needless to say it was pasta and vegetables for dinner that night.