This morning, I had occasion to come out of the subway at Herald Square. I needed to be over on 32nd & 1st Avenue. With morning traffic, I thought I'd get there just as quickly by walking than by catching a cab or bus. I've walked east on 34th Street several times, but today I walked on 32nd St.
For a couple of blocks from 6th Ave to Madison on 32nd is a small Korean community. I'd been so close to this but hadn't seen it. I spotted a couple of restaurants that deserve some more attention. It could be a nice weekend stroll with my wife and daughter.
I appreciate some of the ethnic enclaves here in NYC. Back in 2005, before I had relocated here, I spent a long weekend here. On the Monday before I had to go to the airport, I started at Battery Park and walked north. On the way, I ventured through Chinatown and ended up on a street that was hardly bigger than an alley. All the windows of the businesses there had Chinese words. The newspapers were written in Chinese. The people spoke Chinese. I was the only caucasian there. And then, just steps away, I was in Little Italy. Today, it was Korea. Tomorrow, it might be Ghana.
