I am finally taking my walk in Chinatown in honor of my father. I have been thinking about doing this all week and today is the first chance I have had.
Growing up, lower Manhattan was our family stomping ground. I have always wandered around Chinatown to get perspective, and today I knew I needed to come here. It is below freezing outside so I am holing up in Silk Road Mocha on Mott Street. I passed Mon Wah Tea Parlor at 11-13 Doyers Street, the "oldest dim sum parlor in Chinatown". I can't vouch for the dim sum, but they haven't touched the decor in about 60 years. I implore you, visit this place before it is gone! Gabriel and Jeffrey, I recommend it for tea. Anyone who enjoys tracing the past should get over there. The owners are getting on in years and there is no way it will be there as it is for much longer.
I have been meaning to mail an important letter for days. It is a bit crumpled from being tossed around in my bag. My bag is also a bit crumpled from being tossed around, so I am waiting for Maple Fashions on Grand Street to open, home of amazing bags For 40 bucks. These are not cheesy Vuitton knockoffs, but unique and sassy bags by a company called Pink. Anyway, we had no stamps in the house so I was thrilled to pass the Chinatown Post Office and pick up two pages of gorgeous Chinese New Year postage stamps. My father loved these kind of "meant to be" city occurrances.
Why are there no nice boots anywhere for less than 400 dollars? Maybe there will be when my favorite secret boutique on Mott Street opens. I'll let you know but not before I check out the stash myself first! Isn't shopping for shoes a time honored way for women to deal with the blues?
We are collecting examples of my father's work (Sesame Street, Dick Cavett Show Rock Icons footage, Mouseterpiece Theater and others) to prepare an audio visual display for his memorial on February 9th (at 5:30 at All Souls Unitarian Church on Lexington and 80th Street in his beloved Manhattan).
All are welcome.
Jill
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