Another round of New York City adventures with two Oregon farm girls.
Chinatown, N.Y. — Pagoda roofs sit like ballgowns atop the heads of jenga-stacked businesses, and neon signs splash characters and symbols across their sprawling skirts. Red and gold awnings, umbrella tables knolled with green Opo Squash, King Crabs, and vibrantly packaged sweets abound.
Moments earlier, my friend Lizzie and I were passing a glossy skyscraper that stands like a compass needle in the heart of the financial district. In a matter of a left turn, we find ourselves immersed into another world entirely. The briefcase-toting businessmen on the previous block are replaced by storied grandfathers bent over their tables of goods.