We passed on the "Mushroom Wagyu Burger". I'm pretty picky when it comes to my "wagyu"--whatever the heck that is...Looks like they were limited anyway. Red pockets are used to gift money to Chinese children. Large amounts capable of buying small cars in some cases, so I hear.
We were flying past this trying to catch a ferry, but I just had to stop and document the Hong Kong Apple Store genius bar line. Iphone 6 was in its barely-just-home-from-the-hospital-keeping-everybody-up infancy stage.
I guess you could call this "Fortune Row" because each little space houses an honest-to-goodness fortune teller! Dozens of them!
Take this gal, for instance. She's waiting patiently for a customer, browsing the web as she ponders perhaps her next brush with prognostication profundity. As I suspected, even the most exotic of jobs eventually become somewhat routine..
Just plain cool.
I counted 12 bags of Chinese takeout! I hope he gets tipped!
Paco--doing his best Happy Buddha imitation!
A special shout out to the Myers! We discovered this Turkish cafe tucked away and dined there twice. When the management wasn't looking, I squirted those bottles of sauce on the tables straight into my purse--oh my goodness--they were magnificent.
THIS guy!! Let me tell you about THIS guy!! He was writing these Chinese characters using nothing but salt or sugar dribbled from one hand!!!!! I know!!!!! I should have taken a front shot, but once again we were racing to catch a ferry.