I am at a dim sum restaurant. I am the only non-Asian person here. I have American Gods on the table. I have ordered taro and pumpkin in coconut milk with rice for lunch. Later I am going to see Angles and Demons at a small independent theatre nearby. What a miraculous thing such choice. Along the street here, just in one block, there is a Starbucks, a dim sum place, a modern Thai restaurant, a Korean bakery, a bar and pizza place, a theatre, a shop that sells lingerie that makes Victoria Secret look prudish, a small grocery store and a bank on the corner. Why did I choose the dim sum? Good question. Walking back from the bank I passed the pizza place and the bakery and then the Thai restaurant. As I passed the dim sum window I noticed the wall inside. Yellow stripes, tan relief, coordinated table cloths, bright, sunny, warm looking. My feet chose for me; when I got to the door I went in.
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