New York’s Chinatown is one of the oldest and largest Chinatowns in the Western Hemisphere with an estimated population of 100,000 people. I felt as if I had been transformed to another country as I explored the streets of this neighborhood in Lower Manhattan.
Waiting in line to get into the 9/11 Museum ( on the right)
The day we visited the 9/11 Memorial and Museum we also stumbled upon a memorial in a park in Chelsea that was erected to honor the victims of the shooting at the Pulse night club in Orlando. It had only been a week since the tragedy in Orlando and I was still in a somber mood. This was an especially low day for me. I was unable to complete my tour of the 9/11 Museum after witnessing a young Marine break down and sob uncontrollably amongst the hundreds of people viewing the exhibits. At the park in Chelsea a gentleman sitting on a bench next to me admitted that he had been crying intermittently during the past week. He remarked, “First that beautiful young singer, then the nightclub, and now that 2 year old boy. Poor Orlando.” Sometimes it is hard to imagine how people recover from such tragedies, especially when the incidents involve senseless acts of violence.