Got To Love Chinatown

You see crazy stuff like big jars with random and strange contents prominently displayed in the windows.

The nasal passages are assulted with the smells of meats cooking, vegetables rotting, and herbal remedies wafting their pungentness.

And every time I wander into one of the many gift shops, I expect to find some mysterious and magical item hidden in the back. Maybe I watched "Gremlins" too much as a kid.