It's here that you walk by a man hunched over on a park bench wearing a round cardboard sign around his neck with the words Bad Advice, $1 written in black felt tip. He has his suitcases littered around him and wears a camouflage winter coat. You fish a dollar out of your wallet and walk back to him. You ask him if you should leave the country or stay. He ponders this and answers, If You Leave The Country, You Should Move To Iraq. You laugh. This was some pretty bad advice. As you drift away into depressive thoughts he shouts out, If You Want Some Real Advice I Got Some For You. Confused, you turn back. Find The Blue Gate, he yells breezily.