Yesterday, the Salt Lake gals galavanted off to Tangra, the Chinatown of Kolkata. I have been to NYC's Chinatown and maybe the one in San Francisco (but I was young so then again that might be a memory construct). A taxi drove us to the area and we emerged from the cab with great skepticism. Was this really it? Apparently... yes. Preconceived notions will get you every time. Words are just being to troublesome for me to deal with right now, so for a better explanation of the area, please refer to pictures. We found a restaurant that had been recommended to me, had some delicious chicken, explored the narrow streets--please keep in mind this was NOT a tourist destination by any means. Only non-Indians/Chinese/Indochinese around for miles--and it was one heckuva time. We casually sneaked into some places we probably shouldn't have, and one such place turned out to be a lovely cemetery, very peaceful and complete with an unexpected Christian portion. If you ever come to Kolkata, put Tangra on your list as an unappreciated gem of the city and get the lemon chicken from Kimling's.
The day was further perfected by chocolate cake with our friend Vilpul, piling 14 into a jeep and singing for Kate's half-birthday, listening/speaking/eating sugar roses at the Rotary Club for their International Day, and reading Goosebumps by R.L. Stine at a slumber party. Hint: when you're at the carnival of horrors, it would probably be more beneficial to stay by the midway than go on the rides.
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