1
First I tried another neighborhood. I tried to get a place there to carry the ginseng I wanted but he wouldn't. I think I had identified his supplier in Chinatown. I might have crossed a line. I bought some jujubes. I wondered whether the guy was unhappy somehow. I can only be myself. I went to the bakery next door but they were sold out of most stuff already at 2:00 p.m. They're like that.
I headed for Chinatown. I spotted a new Japanese bakery I had read about. They sell pastries shaped like animals. In spite of that, the help is supposed to be taciturn. Stored that location for later.
Got to Chinatown. The street I was headed to was especially vibrant. All the buildings are about a hundred years old. In the upper stories are many things, like laundry or a sign saying peace and love. The curbs are hewed from black volcanic rock. That is just one more element of the mystery of Chinatown; they can't paint the curbs red in the no parking zones. I saw two blue and white police cars. They gave me the willies. A fortyish brown-skinned woman with dyed blond hair was either being arrested or making out a complaint.
I parked in a pay lot but I did not pay. I went to a Chinese herb store and bought $87.00 worth of ginseng extract. That shit is seriously worth it. I got back to my car. Fifty foot tall trees at the rear of the lot fanned back and forth in the breeze. I went to look at what it would cost to really park there. All the numbers on the sign were whited out. I looked at someone's dashboard for their receipt; six bucks. This Jew is street parking. I got a good space right across the street. There were no white painted corners to indicate it was a designated parking spot, but it looked o.k. I walked up and down the street looking for what I could find. I saw Asian waxed paper parasols but they were defective. I bought some miscellaneous household products. I walked quite some way. I ended up getting produce in a few places. Notable acquisition: a purple-skinned milkfruit whose flesh tastes like milk and sugar. Checked out an Italian restaurant/bakery for later. Checked out another bakery but they use hydrogenated oil. I was glad to get to my car. The blond woman was still with the cops. It was hot. I drove to a large mall. None of the Asian restaurants in Chinatown were that appealing so I ate Chinese food here. Then I came to where I am now.
_________________________________________________
Another trip to Chinatown:
http://www.longecity...-500-chinatown/
I headed for Chinatown. I spotted a new Japanese bakery I had read about. They sell pastries shaped like animals. In spite of that, the help is supposed to be taciturn. Stored that location for later.
Got to Chinatown. The street I was headed to was especially vibrant. All the buildings are about a hundred years old. In the upper stories are many things, like laundry or a sign saying peace and love. The curbs are hewed from black volcanic rock. That is just one more element of the mystery of Chinatown; they can't paint the curbs red in the no parking zones. I saw two blue and white police cars. They gave me the willies. A fortyish brown-skinned woman with dyed blond hair was either being arrested or making out a complaint.
I parked in a pay lot but I did not pay. I went to a Chinese herb store and bought $87.00 worth of ginseng extract. That shit is seriously worth it. I got back to my car. Fifty foot tall trees at the rear of the lot fanned back and forth in the breeze. I went to look at what it would cost to really park there. All the numbers on the sign were whited out. I looked at someone's dashboard for their receipt; six bucks. This Jew is street parking. I got a good space right across the street. There were no white painted corners to indicate it was a designated parking spot, but it looked o.k. I walked up and down the street looking for what I could find. I saw Asian waxed paper parasols but they were defective. I bought some miscellaneous household products. I walked quite some way. I ended up getting produce in a few places. Notable acquisition: a purple-skinned milkfruit whose flesh tastes like milk and sugar. Checked out an Italian restaurant/bakery for later. Checked out another bakery but they use hydrogenated oil. I was glad to get to my car. The blond woman was still with the cops. It was hot. I drove to a large mall. None of the Asian restaurants in Chinatown were that appealing so I ate Chinese food here. Then I came to where I am now.
_________________________________________________
Another trip to Chinatown:
http://www.longecity...-500-chinatown/
