April 3, 2015

San Francisco. October, 1981

My only experiences of any Chinatown had been in Manhattan and Boston. So imagine my awe and wonder when I first traveled to San Francisco and saw what a Chinatown could really be like. Armed with lyrics from 'Flower Drum Song,' I made my way to Grant Avenue, San Francisco, California, USA, and was struck by the languages, the shops, the meat and vegetable markets. And the extensive spread of prepared foods, like those available at this butcher shop in the middle of it all. (Perhaps not the wisest visual to display on Good Friday, a day on which my former religion discourages the eating of meat.)

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