After feeling very invigorated by listening to loud music on the ride over, I parked in the scariest parking garage ever and browsed Chinatown with a classmate until the rest of our group had arrived. We set off, pointing and gawking with our little maps like a group of tourists. A man yelled at us that we had no right to be happy, we are at WAR! But we ignored him. Two of our librarians clapped their hands over their eyes at the sight of a bikini poster as though their faces were being burned off. "Old married ladies," Yuri winked at me.
Yuri herself:
A gaggle of librarians:
Wo Fat and Christmas tree in window:
The lovely downtown police station:
Dead lizards can cure anything:
My professor:
My reflection, because nobody would take a picture of me:
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