Walking through the streets of San Francisco, it wasn't hard to get lost in the excitement the city brings. My family decided to venture to China Town. A tourist place, for sure, but it's also a place I haven't been to in years. The weather wasn't in our favor, it was extremely windy, in fact forecasters had predicted that it would snow. My fingers were going numb.
By the time we reached China Town, the distinct smell of incense filled the air. Looking ahead, you can see several stores with this similar aesthetic. I decided to stop and stay at a little store that was filled from top to bottom of stuff. The store had trinkets, fans, children's shoes, with a combination of ancient looking artifacts. I looked at little statues of Buddhas, monkeys, tigers even little geishas. Some were wooden, others were jade and some were even covered in this almost red mahogany color. I loved looking at the little geishas. They were tiny and were obviously marketed towards younger girls. The package looked like a Chinese take-out box, covered with bright florals. Of course, each little statue had a significance to the Buddhist culture. My mom looked at each one hoping to find one that would match our home.
There was several types of people walking down the streets of China Town. Mostly tourists, but still interesting to see. I heard several different languages passing by. First was French, then came Spanish, and then another one which I couldn't deciphered. What was interesting is that while the entire world was outside of this little store, you could walk in and hear Mandarin or even Cantonese. It was an interesting prospect that I haven't noticed before that moment.
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