|A dim sum cart rolls by.|
|This is the cryptic ticket|
|This thing was like a potato, but more likely deep-fried mashed taro.|
|Steamed lotus leaf with stuff inside|
|This bun is filled with pineapple custard. Isn't that a pretty plate?|
|Denise brought her own chopsticks in their snazzy case.|
To finish off this excursion, we walked around the corner to a large Chinese store called Shanghai Bazaar. This place is lit up beautifully at night when I drive by, but I had never been inside. There are clothes made from beautiful silks and brocades, purses, chopsticks, tea sets and Mah Jongg sets, paper kites and books in Chinese. In the back were dragon costumes, the kind with the huge heads that appear on the streets of Philadelphia at Chinese New Year. I showed restraint and bought only a couple of handmade greeting cards. I'm thinking about those tea cups with the matching lids, and how stunning some of those textiles would be worked into a crazy quilt. I think I'll be back. Anyone interested in going for dim sum?
|Shanghai Bazaar: I could have wandered around here for hours.|