I spent Monday, after Revival, in the Lower East Side and Chinatown. I noted Jewish merchants with and without earlocks, and wondered what the difference in their faith customs were. I followed one of the later into a bakery on Hester and had the best hamantashen I’ve had in years. I heard (then saw) a group of older Buddhist women and their priest chanting in a storefront temple. (Not the one in the pictures. I thought, “They’re a doily and silver tea set away from being an Episcopal church.”) About this time I thought I should get a few pictures.
Three images of religious life on or near Mott Street in Manhattan’s extensive Chinatown. A little object lesson on plural religious forms and not being squired away in some spiritual and spiritualized ghetto.