I can’t imagine how many noodles this shop goes through a day. Capturing the moment through the glass, it felt as if I’d attempted to still an entire neighborhood that can not be tamed.
This is how I picture Chinatown in Manhattan, color and life moving across the gray. Carts barrelling over concrete. Food spilling out from the markets displayed on crowded sidewalks. School letting out into the streets.
There is not one empty storefront. Not a wasted piece of land. A spare corner keeps frogs in a barrel, discarded furniture, or a metal folding chair for a white-haired woman to rest.
It is, hands down, one of my favorite places in the city.
What’s your favorite place to explore in your neck of the woods?