Showing posts with label Chinatown. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Chinatown. Show all posts

Sunday, December 16, 2012

Pigeon English


Seen in Montreal's Chinatown.

Here it is fast approaching Christmas and I have not been posting anything remotely seasonal here. 
Truth to tell, I haven't been out taking pictures for quite some time.  So I am digging through my archives of  photos and gift-wrapping them in new colours.

Quite often when I play with my pictures in Photoshop I'm not sure whether I should tuck them into my Décolleté here for you peek at, or over wing them up over on my art blog.
So I'm doing a cross-over.
Or maybe it's a form of  "re-gifting." 

To put it in pigeon English,
I hope you don't think I've gone coo-coo.



Monday, March 26, 2012

Ho Ho

Recently, on a rainy, hailing, sunny day in Vancouver's Chinatown, I was tickled to see that the old Ho Ho Restaurant was still in business.  I used to like eating there as a kid with my parents, mostly because of the jolly name, I think.



This evening, back in my Maritimes abode,  I got distracted toying with this picture, not sure why.  



Sometimes I'm just a bit of a noodle head, I guess.



Not unlike this fellow.






Saturday, November 27, 2010

Dr. Sun Yat Sen's Hidden Garden

If you're brave enough to pass this Foo Dog you can come along with me into a charming garden hidden away in the heart of Vancouver's Chinatown.  This leonine creature is also known as the Celestial Dog and the Happiness Dog and serves as a guard against evil spirits, as well as being a symbol of energy and value. They're usually seen in pairs: this fine specimen is a male.  How do I know this?  Because the female lions hold a cub in their paws while the males play with their balls (see under his right foot).  Oh--now what did you think I meant?!



This is the Dr. Sun Yat Sen Garden and it's the first time I've been here.   Even though the sky was bereft of colour and many leaves fallen, I still found some charming scenes to gaze upon.



That lady in the blue jacket and red tam has just finished doing a round of Tai Chi all by herself.  I should have joined her to get my chi flowing and my blood warmed up as it's a rather chilly day, even by my hard-earned eastern Canadian winter standards.





The ducks have the right idea, tucking their heads under their wings and staying clear of the water. 


One view takes in the ever growing urban backdrop of skyscrapers, juxtaposed with the garden's Asian-style architecture and landscape.  Note the modern-day versions of cranes against the skyline rather than the traditional feathered ones often seen in Chinese paintings.  The crane is the ancient symbol for longevity, and the modern one for urban blight.



A weeping willow admires its own reflection in the still pond where leaves coyly imitate fish.  The koi fish is a symbol of perseverance, but is a Japanese rather than Chinese symbol, so the leaves will have to do.

To see a more poetic rendering of this photo, walk across the bridge to my studio blog.  I have a little cup of hot jasmine tea or sake waiting for you there to warm us up and give us the strength to continue on with our tour.






Oh my goodness...are you starting to see double? 

Are colours getting a bit too bright with a halo around them?
Maybe you had a tad too much sake!




Well never mind, there's the exit over there.  The round doorway or portal is often referred to as a moongate and is representative of the full moon.  It's also associated with happiness. 

And speaking of happiness, for those of you who haven't overdone the sake, why don't we meet up in that pub that I see off in the distance, peeking over the moongate's roof?


Thursday, November 25, 2010

Chinatown

I last saw you while I was looking out a bus window on my way through Vancouver's Chinatown.  Why don't we take a stroll through the area today?



I love visiting Chinatown, in any city that has one. Vancouver has one of the best, I reckon. It's so colourful and bright, like a party waiting to happen, all decked out with Chinese lanterns.


Even if it rains, as is often the case in Vancouver, the party can continue with gaily coloured Chinese parasols, or parapluies, I guess they'd be.  I used one for my regular umbrella for many years when I lived in Vancouver.  It developed a few holes but it still did a fine job of keeping me dry and happy as I splashed through the city streets.



A free fortune cookie for those who can spot the shop proprietor in this picture.  He was sitting at the front of the store, reading his newspaper, the shop completely open to the cold damp day.  It seems that none of the stores in Chinatown are heated...I was chilled to the bone during my entire excursion.



This lady didn't seem to mind the cold, though.  I guess her red hot sexy silk dress was enough to keep her warm.  Although she looked slightly bizarre, she seemed armless enough. 




I was lusting after this little red cupboard, glimpsed through the window of a furniture shop.  I didn't dare go in as I know I'd have started to hyperventilate at the sight of all the lovely things I can only dream of owning.   Hands up those who feel like they'd like to scrap all their furniture and furnishings and start all over again!  Any particular style you'd prefer?  I'm pretty much eclectic shabby chic in my decorating tastes, but it's perhaps more of  necessity than by choice. 



 Are your feet getting tired yet?  You can rest a spell at this bus stop before we continue on.  I'll meet you  back here next time for a little tour through a lovely garden hidden right in the middle of Chinatown. 

(or should that be Lu Chow?)