Revisiting Chinatown in Los Angeles always evokes childhood memories. For me, it is forever a mix of theater and mystery, as I performed on stage many years at a church celebration and, then, was told "not to call attention to myself," when we took our out-of-town guests there.
Yesterday, was wonderful sharing the 111th Annual Golden Dragon Parade with my art-loving neighbor, Elissa. We were "ooing" and "aaing" throughout the day in our quest for the perfect tea, when finding Japanese paper wallets, as we bought hand-made bags from Katmandu, when exploring an import shop that has been there for more than 150 years, as we admired contemporary hand-wrought table ware, and when seeing the magnificent parade dragons.
And, did I mention the fabulous food? The Empress Pavilion's dim sum was so much fun, choosing from the carts that didn't stop coming. Then, after the parade, waiting on the street for however long it took with other devoted diners at Daikokuya, in Little Tokyo.
Did I mention that our day was so full that we didn't even make our planned visit to the Geffen and the Museum of Contemporary Art? According to our local art reviewer the exhibitions are the best in Los Angeles this year. That will be another glorious day...