When I think of Chinatown, I'm used to the loud, bustling, overwhelming Chinatown of Manhattan. The Chinatown of Boston is an entirely different creature.
If we were to compare them using Chinese astrology, I'd say Manhattan's Chinatown is the passionate and restless tiger. Boston's Chinatown is more like the gracious, but reserved rabbit.
I'm no expert though. It took a festival to get me there in the first place.
Yup, two full years in Boston, and I'd never officially been to Chinatown. The festival was a blast. We enjoyed the sun on our skin and the hustle and bustle around us. There wasn't much to do per se, but we watched an impressive performance by Chinese dancers, drooled at all the various food offerings, and browsed the vendors that were selling everything from jade jewelry to cotton underwear.
We just didn't want the day to end, so we sat at the Boston Common while I drank my bubble tea and admired my new Buddha.
And here's where it gets really good...
We spent the next half hour or so visiting with all the cute kitties and pups up for adoption at the Animal Rescue League of Boston. I'd be lying if I said we didn't almost come home with a new sibling for Maus. And P.S. There is a beautiful 2-year old greyhound over there. Someone go get him!
It was all glorious...just a perfect, beautiful way to spend a lazy Sunday. Forget everything I've been saying about sugar and exercise and stress-relief...the formula for lifelong health is bubble tea, sunshine, and kittens.