Chinatown was our destination today. If only we could find the correct train. After much runaround, following signs that took us nowhere, we got off at the City Hall/Broadway Station. I have no sense of direction, coming out of subway station - I have no idea where to go. We just started walking in the most logical direction, asked a Sherrif looking dude and he said we were going the right way.

In Chinatown it was crazy. People everywhere, an overabundance of everything you've ever wanted and people with accents willing to sell it to you for the price you want to pay. Alex bought a picture of Central Park (still need to see it) that now adorns our dorm. crazy smells. The city never seems to smell good for long. Mostly just spurts of different horrible smells. I just about puked when we passed an open market. I was hungry and the smell of fish, people, and car exhaust sickened me.

We turned down a quieter street and continued our search for lunch. This street was my vision of Chinatown. Less crazy. More chinese shops with cute old people owners. Not just open loads of consumer vomit that we walked by earlier.


Peking Duck

We found Hoy Wong Restaraunt, which seemed to be relatively un-busy, compared to the other restaraunts we had passed. Alex saw his chance to have authentic Peking Duck and so we ordered that and Lo Mein noodles. They brought tea to our table and the coldest Dt. Coke I've had in New York. If you order pop here, you get a can (and a straw - is everyone worried about staining teeth?) for $1.50. Not like the 20oz-free-refills-$1.39 in MN restaraunts. The duck was a little rich, and for me, a little scary. I didn't mention that I was scared of our food and made an effort to try it. It wasn't the worst thing I've ever eaten. I probably would have liked it better if it was cut off the bone instead of bones and all cut into chunks. The Low Mein was excellent, as was the service.

We continued our journey down the Chinatown Street and wandered into a china shop full to tea pots and bowls painted blue and white. I picked out some gifts and now Alex says that I'll have to send some things home. We'll see.

We walked over the Brooklyn Bridge on the way home instead of taking the train and we passed a wedding party! The bride, groom, priest, attendants, live music and guests all walking over to Manhattan from Brooklyn. So cute! I wish I would have had the courage to take a picture, it was quite a scene.
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