Whenever the travel bug gets the best of me, I head to Chinatown. Wandering in and out of shops, the streets are dense with the scent of grilled meats and garlic. From an open window overhead, you can hear swirling majong tiles pierce the air with a cacophony....tap-tap-tap....tap-tap-tap. They pause for just a moment, and then the carved tiles are set in motion again, scraping against well-worn tabletops.
One by one, I pose with each of the cooks as they take turns snapping badly blurred images.
"Tell your father I will give you a good life...."
(L) Inside, taped to the glass: "We will be back! Hope to see you soon!" G.V. Rest
(R) Outside, response written on the glass: "You are remembered and very much missed; please come back soon!"