chinatown

Chilly run in the park and a ride on the tube ending in Chinatown in Londontown.  Lanterns strung across the street, meat hangs in windows, bright and red and raw.  Shops stocked with foods reminding me of family dinners, and filling up the crystal pitcher and putting ice in glasses around Grandma's table.  Aisles so narrow only one person at a time can get through, if there is someone standing in front of the shoyu, you need to go get the tofu instead.  Here, a British accent stands out: "What is that?"  No fish and chips in this place, unless you count the dried squid.  I grab a mochi to go.