Hung out in Chinatown tonight. The atmosphere was a contrast to the usual hustle and bustle in the daytime. A new friend is returning to London after a stay here for four months. She and I would watch the matinées on Sundays at 42nd Street (where the price is $6–can’t beat that!). I will miss our dates and me rushing to be on time.
A group of her friends and coworkers/friends that we have in common celebrated with her in Chinatown eating some very good and very cheap Chinese food. I took a card from the proprietors before we left: I plan on going again.
As I walked the streets of Chinatown to meet the group for dinner, I couldn’t help to wonder what it was like two hundred years ago with rickshaws lining the streets instead of cars and I couldn’t help to wonder what will line the streets of Chinatown two hundred years from now.