Roll into town, drop your bags, pop in a fresh SD card, and step out into it. Could have been my addled mind from deep within the midst of a sleeper train-induced mental hangover, but I found this mangled flock of fluorescent lights, once part of a sign, to be quite striking. My guide didn’t quite get what I was on about.

Only now do I realize I even managed (completely unwittingly) to also capture both their functional twins across the street, and also their more colorful cousins showing off above them. Appears not even Dan Flavin is impervious to being shanzhai’d.