4 Anglos and a smoking Cantonese
We made a day of Chinatown (via the long, lost route) and had quite a bit of fun. My Mother (who is almost 85) was told she was in China, she accepted it… and enjoyed the moment. We had some wonderful Filipino food from one of my favorite restaurants, Asian Noodle…yummy. This place is Family owned and Family run and all the recipes, well they’re Family too. We dined on Calamari with a wonderful vinegar based clear colored dipping sauce, shrimp prepared in creamy coconut milk served on a platter of bok choy, spinach, sweet potato, peppers and thin, crisp string beans…then there was the sizzling sirloin (no, I didn’t), the vegetable fried rice (oh man) and last, but not least…homemade coconut ice cream with fried bananas….
I have a few more shots, but this one in particular…well it just cracked me up. There was a gentleman that we intruded upon, taking positions on a bench. He seemed not to mind in the slightest and kept happily puffing away.When I was done shooting, I smiled at him, he made a gesture…and I assured him that he’d made it into the photo. I posterised and desaturated it because it felt right for the moment.