If you wanna beep me, I won't say no

If there's one thing I love about Beijing's traffic it is the propensity of drivers to blow their horns at the slightest provocation.

A pedestrian can put one foot on the road, spend three seconds jumping into a cab or merely be wearing a loud shirt and a quiet haircut and he or she will be met with a cavalcade of tooting and beeping.

None of those shrill little parps and honks you get in Paris or Rome, but a proper, orchestral dissonance of blaring. It sets my heart racing with pleasure.