China Town is definitely the place to shop for souvenirs. I didn't buy a fake designer purse. All of the high school girls did, though. They did the whole back room, basement bargaining thing which made my heart flutter a bit, but in the end they all walked out with colorful fake Coach and Gucci purses which immediately labeled them as tourists to all of the locals for the rest of the week. I bought a hat, but mostly I just window shopped, which really means I meandered up and down the streets with Hubby taking a zillion pictures. There was just SO much to absorb.
There were the colors.
The smells, and the action.
On the sidewalk.
And the streets.
Let me apologize in advance for offending anyone with the next picture. If you are troubled by the “F” word please scroll down past it, but I just couldn’t help taking this picture. It just seemed to sum up the attitude that proudly permeates the streets of New York City. New Yorkers are who they are, and they don't apologize for it.
China Town...definitely a cool place. I loved the fish markets, the fruit stands and the food. But most of all I enjoyed interacting with the people. They were so intense and so genuine. It was a great introduction to the Big Apple for us and the fake purse girls.
