A stroll through Manhattan’s generally vivid, squeezed neighborhood is never the equivalent, regardless of how frequently you hit the asphalt. Look inside sanctuaries and outlandish customer facing facades. Catch the whiff of ready persimmons, hear the rattling of mah-jongg tiles on improvised tables, eye dangling duck broils swinging in store windows, and shop for anything from rice-paper lights and ‘fake lex’ watches to tire irons and a pound of squeezed nutmeg. America’s biggest gathering of Chinese settlers is your clam.
The region has its own vacationer data stand with neighborhood volunteers giving out free guides, at the convergence of Walker, Baxter, and Canal Sts (11 am to 5 pm, 10 am to 6 pm in summer).