I love hanging in Chinatown. I love the food: the bubble tea, the noodles, the soups, dumplings, the Peking duck, the green tea, the sesame dressings and more. I love going through those little stores that sell trinkets and dishware that I don't need but I buy anyway. I love the energy and the work ethic.
I used to tell people that I was Chinese in my past life. Their history culture always intrigued me. And when I walk through the streets of Chinatown, I feel like I am Chinese.
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