February 3, 2013

Road Trip, Day Twenty Two: Chinatown, San Francisco.

Chinatown has so many memories for me. As a child we would have
family walkabouts here, where all the cousins on my Dad's side
woud meet in the city for some exploring and time together.
We always bought flowers that sprouted from clam shells 
when dropped in glasses of water. I yearly got a new silk coat,
and black mary jane flats with flowers embroidered on the toes.
We would eat a gloriously large dinner and talk about the old days
when my parents and cousins would come here with their 
parents and cousins. And so, the cycle continues...

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