Chinatown has been hit hard by the pandemic. They are trying to get people to come. The cheery lanterns are inviting. We went there for dinner and ate in a cubicle outside. The food was good. A cold rain began to fall. Ordering a sizzling plater was a good idea because it kept the food hot. Next time I’ll bring a blanket and a thermal cup for the tea. Someone needs to invent a rechargeable plate warmer for outdoor dining. I couldn’t find one on Amazon to take with me for outdoor winter dining.
On Tuesday I took a long quiet walk from Chinatown to Greenwich Village (home).
On Doyers Street in Chinatown, which is all boarded up, there was a hearse at the end leading a funeral procession.
I sat on a stoop to eat my lunch on Mercer Street. I saw a handful of people on my walk and we all stayed far from each other. I took a few photos of shop windows that I liked.
Downing and Morton Streets are in the Village. I was sad to see this poor plane tree so mistreated. The fence is embedded in its bark on all four sides.
I’m reading a novel, “The Last Chinese Chef” by Nicole Mones. It is illuminating to learn about the philosophy behind the ancient culinary history. Traditional round chopping blocks are mentioned in the story. I edited this image later to hide faces.
We at Dim Sum ate our favorite multi-story Dim Sum house, The Golden Dragon. They have a wide varity to choose from.
I don’t know if there is any significance to the Buddha heads in the tree trunks, just caught my eye.