Our visit to Chicago included a ride on the L down to Chinatown. We just wanted to see it.
Our view of it began as we exited the train. It stretches out right there before you.
Our visit consisted mostly of walking down and back up Chinatown’s main drag, Wentworth Avenue. We were surprised by how varied the buildings’ facades were.
Ours were the only Caucasian faces out and about here this Sunday morning. While nobody appeared to give us a second glance as we walked and made photographs, I had a distinct feeling of not belonging.
At least the Chinese Christian Union Church had a very kind word for everyone, emblazoned on the side of their building.