NYC in SF

I miss New York sometimes. Not all the time, but sometimes. I miss having a car. I wouldn't want to have to pay for a garage or circle a block looking for parking, but I miss getting places relatively quickly. Yesterday I was going to a kosher-style deli, and had to stand around on a street corner in Chinatown for 12 minutes, waiting for the bus to chug its way up the hill. While standing around lamenting my lack of book to pass the time, I noticed the street sign for the alley across the street, smiled, and jaywalked over to take a picture (see attached).

While I don't hang out in Chinatown on a regular basis, I've been there in the past, and never seen any crime. Yet while on the bus on the way in, the bus driver announced three times, "Next stop, Chinatown, watch your wallets!" The Chinese kid (mid 20's?) in a suit sitting next to me laughed and nodded his head each time. All the tourists looked scared and grabbed their purses and kids a little bit tighter. For the entire 14 or so minutes I was in Chinatown, I continued my apparently lucky streak of not seeing any crime.