After driving beneath two fierce dragons that rested on top of a giant gate, we arrived in Chinatown early in the morning.
We were prepared for the busy Chinatown scene we had seen in San Francisco but the neighborhood was totally deserted. I guess we had missed the memo that nothing opens until midday.
Tall and colorful temples rose above us and the streets were empty.
Except for maybe a few mice, we truly felt like we were walking through a city of spirits.
After dropping a quarter in the slot, creepy music echoed off the empty buildings– talk about your cheap thrills.
We entered a small Chinese shop that was open and bought two handmade Chinese masks, four fart bombs, a signed copy of a Dreamstreet CD, one plastic Homie (a little Mexican toy), and a handful of little fireworks.
After posing with the mask for a photo op and peering over the shoulders of a small group of old Chinese men playing dominoes, we sped off to the next adventure…