Sunday: Pacific Central Station

We met up with H&J for dim sum in Chinatown this morning.  As we passed it, K. commented that she had never been in the Pacific Central Terminal.   An excellent reason for us to stop off on the way back.  

It reminds me a bit of these movies from the 40s and 50s where people go to the bus station with a tiny case, looking to get out of town only for the Sheriff to sit down beside them and say ‘You’re not getting away that easily!’.  I have clearly missed my vocation as a Hollywood scriptwriter.

The rest of the day was fairly relaxed and included a good chat with my friend in upstate New York.