Now that the booze has been sold, it's apparently customary (obligatory?) to pull the shades and dim the lights. It's still screaming daylight outside, just to be clear. But apparently it's now sleepy time. ALL the shades have been pulled as if by some unspoken agreement. The Vietnamese woman sitting in front of me, cheerfully and cordially indicated for me to pull mine down, too.
I am — blissfully, willingly — a stranger in a strange land.