The second neighborhood that Clarinda and I trampled underfoot was Chinatown. Chinatown, in and of itself, is a sensory overload for the shoppers of weak constitution. Unless one goes into Chinatown with a hardened heart, a sharp resolve, and an unwavering faith, you could go in looking for a wallet and come out with two sets of skies, a Rollix watch, a pair of Guccii loafers, a Prado handbag, three chickens and a goat. Heroes have been broken to mere mortals under the daunting stresses of this environment. However, I do believe the Ramsey girls could go in looking for a scarf and come out owning property, for the same price. To say the least, this neighborhood brings a whole new meaning to the term pushy sales people. And; it’s the home of the Knock-off. One must have a level of fortitude about them, the likes of which is not seen in your standard retail areas. My strategy now, is to have a target item in mind, and whenever entering negotiation with the sales people over it, pretending I only know one line of English…”you’ll take five dollars”. This usually results in a two way; monosyllabic conversation lasting about three to four minutes, but so for has yielded very good results.
This is one of my favorite places to shop. It is a hamlet of canopy clad vendors, selling a broad variety of merchandise.
(Sorry about the byciclist, but it's NYC, try and get a photo without someone in the way)
New Yorker’s definitely don’t let reduced space allowances slow them down. It’s not just the buildings in this city that go into the sky to make room. They tell me you can get your car out in 15 minutes… I don’t buy it.
At one point Clarinda got some boots in this place called Chill. All I could think about was how bad I wanted to own that top floor loft.
The ground floors of the buildings to the left are all ostentatious galleries of several types, paintings, clothes, photography, etc…
And; if you didn’t believe NYC had a rat problem… think again.
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