I’ve talked before about my undying love for all the treasures Chinatown has to offer, and warmer weather has me particularly excited to renew my regular visits to the neighborhood. Another thing I just love is a solid, repetitive and unexciting routine, and one of my favorites is running from the upper east side down to Chinatown early on a Saturday morning. My neighborhood is slow to wake up on the weekends, but by the time I get to Bowery and Grand, the street carts are out and everything feels so alive. And yes, I mean this both literally and figuratively as I’m sure you can imagine the number of actual living and breathing creatures that are displayed out on the sidewalk.

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