We walk the streets of Lower
Manhattan down to Chinatown. Suddenly, we're in a whole new world.
Let's have lunch here. Let's eat like the locals. Our guide leads
us through narrow sidestreets to a restaurant packed with hungry
Chinese. We try the guide's recommendation--steamed rice topped
with minced meat of beef and salted fish. The smell hits us hard.
Shit-like smell of the salted fish. Our high expectations quickly
wane, and after a few bites we give up.
The photograph seems to evoke inspiration for some. Here is a haiku Ban'ya-san wrote.