"And tell me what street compares with Mott Street in July"

I went to Chinatown after the gym because that's what I do, when I get the chance. Excellent Dumpling on Lafayette, sweet ginger duck on rice and plenty of tea to drink. And then I wandered, because wandering Chinatown on a fine summer afternoon is worth doing, with the vague goal of ice cream on Bayard and then some shopping at a meat market on Mulberry.

As I was wandering along Bayard with my lichee ice cream cone (the Chinatown Ice Cream Factory was out of ginger), I came to Mott, and there were the Lorenz Hart lyrics. So I turned south onto Mott, browsing idly as I went, but mostly walking and licking ice cream.

I finished the ice cream before trying on a sleeveless silk shirt, light blue and patterned, that had caught my eye on a sidewalk display. It was too small, alas; not that I actively needed it, but I'd have been happy to have it.

The purple daypack that was hanging from another store's display is not too small: it has pockets of a quantity that I associate with the Eagle Creek gear I was buying some years back [1], and appears to have an extra bag or two tucked in at no extra charge.

I wound up on the N train, stuffing my green denim shoulder bag (it's a good shoulder bag, but it is a shoulder bag) and a pound of yellow cherries into the pack. The half roast duck and three packages of frozen dumplings stayed in their separate bags, one in each hand. And now I am home, feeling quite successful after a good workout [see separate entry] and a not-really-planned shopping expedition.

[1] When I looked at the Eagle Creek website recently, I could find nothing resembling the shoulder bags I have from them, whose zippers have broken. The warranty is that they'll fix things, or replace with a new one, but the lack of anything similar seems a disadvantage here.

"And tell me what street compares with Mott Street in July"

I went to Chinatown after the gym because that's what I do, when I get the chance. Excellent Dumpling on Lafayette, sweet ginger duck on rice and plenty of tea to drink. And then I wandered, because wandering Chinatown on a fine summer afternoon is worth doing, with the vague goal of ice cream on Bayard and then some shopping at a meat market on Mulberry.

As I was wandering along Bayard with my lichee ice cream cone (the Chinatown Ice Cream Factory was out of ginger), I came to Mott, and there were the Lorenz Hart lyrics. So I turned south onto Mott, browsing idly as I went, but mostly walking and licking ice cream.

I finished the ice cream before trying on a sleeveless silk shirt, light blue and patterned, that had caught my eye on a sidewalk display. It was too small, alas; not that I actively needed it, but I'd have been happy to have it.

The purple daypack that was hanging from another store's display is not too small: it has pockets of a quantity that I associate with the Eagle Creek gear I was buying some years back [1], and appears to have an extra bag or two tucked in at no extra charge.

I wound up on the N train, stuffing my green denim shoulder bag (it's a good shoulder bag, but it is a shoulder bag) and a pound of yellow cherries into the pack. The half roast duck and three packages of frozen dumplings stayed in their separate bags, one in each hand. And now I am home, feeling quite successful after a good workout [see separate entry] and a not-really-planned shopping expedition.

[1] When I looked at the Eagle Creek website recently, I could find nothing resembling the shoulder bags I have from them, whose zippers have broken. The warranty is that they'll fix things, or replace with a new one, but the lack of anything similar seems a disadvantage here.

Workout notes

( One workout, with care and lots of numbers )

Workout notes

( One workout, with care and lots of numbers )