monday, monday

hello monday, hello chinatown. to be fair, other places were visited that day too. big places that shan't take a back seat to anyone, anyplace, anything. still, chinatown won me over. though she's running neck and neck with the mission. it's a tight race, my friends. it's my kind of race.



paper lanterns everywhere



faded, slightly swaying



colors colors



and the frenzied flap of pigeon wings



the click and slide of small game pieces, bits of conversation in a language I wish I understood



shops with so much jingly jangly, tiny aisles packed from floor to ceiling with satin pouches, plastic souvenirs, waving pink ceramic kitties, glass bowls stacked generously in every corner



shops with parasol-covered ceilings, silk umbrellas hovering overhead like neon moths



again with all the color



sweet lotus cakes and butterfly cookies, how could we have lived so long without tasting you? I imagine the world is filled with things like this

also

totally unrelated but taking place on the very same day:



visits to places where people have big, bright ideas

and speaking of bright ideas:



and speaking of big places:



hello sweet golden gate bridge, hello spectacularly cold wind, hello me as seen through the eyes of my favorite person



hello there san francisco

yes, monday was a big day.