摘要
Every Friday afternoon on Lanpu Lu,a nondescript lane in Guangzhou's Yuexiu District,all manner of pande・monium breaks loose.At 11am,the first perfectly seasoned BBQ skewer is served.By lpm the street looks more like Yemen than Yuexiu and by 4pm,Guangzhoifs sizable Muslim diaspora has packed up,leaving only a cloud of charcoal-tinged haze and piles of wooden skewers to hint at a celebration that will reconvene the next Friday.
