I spent a lot of time on trains today and even a car up to Connecticut. In the afternoon, Andrew and I went to Flushing, Queens to look at another venue, riding the 7 all the way to the last stop. I had heard that Queens and Flushing in particular was a really diverse part of New York City, but wasn't prepared for the level of authenticity of this Chinatown. The sidewalks were crowded with Chinese people, and while signs often also had English, it was obvious that this was not a market for non-Chinese speakers. At one point we stepped into a mall and it was like being back in Asia, the spacing of the lobby, the smell, the decor. I felt a part of me buckle up again at not knowing all of what was around me, a childlike ignorance and curiosity that was as much a part of living in Japan as the signs and smells.
And although there was no express train running on our return, the 7 runs above ground which meant that we got to behold a beautiful sunset over the Manhattan skyline after a hurricane inspired day of grey and rain. And we think we might have a venue this time, which is icing on the cake.
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