All Closed

I make my way from the Golden Buddha to find Chinatown and I was stopped by a local guy who asked me where I was going, having told him that I didn’t want to buy his shoes, even if mine did look uncomfortable to him, so I told him ‘Chinatown’.

“It’s closed”, he said, shaking his head.

“Closed? Chinatown is closed? The whole of Chinatown in closed?” said I.

“Yes. Nothing open today. No people. Sunday. Come with me my shop instead”

OK, yes, I’ll do that. I’ll believe him that one of the busiest parts of the city was shut… Not.

I pointed out the fact to him that I could see open shops and crowds of people buying things from these open shops, but he insisted that nothing was open and it would be a mistake to go. So I just laughed and walked off and immersed myself in the tiny narrow streets around Thanon Yaowarat and eventually got as far the river having walked though throngs of people and stalls selling all manner of crap and weird looking food, ending up at the Memorial Bridge where the remains of the night market were being cleared away.