Mar sin, shiúl muid ar chéile. Thóg sé thart timpeall uair gach bealach. Rith muid tríd an Airde na Lincoln agus thar an droichead abhainn Fhonn Dea i dtreo ar lar na gCathair na hÁingeal.
Ith muid béile blasta Vítneamis ag Caife Via mar is gnach. Roghnaigh mé rís agus iasc leis anlann trátaí. D'ol mé beoir ainmnithe Tíogair go Singeapór.
Cheannaigh sí dhá fianáin cnó coco riamh. D'imigh muid na soilse neoin deargaí leis dragúin agus pagodaí. D'fhill muid oirthuaisceart ag imeall Pairc Elysian agus in aice leis Staideam na gCleasaithe.
Chuala muid na manaigh suairc ar feadh seirhbhísí na hoiche Búdaíoch i timpeall buí ar mBealach Leathan. Bhí macalla fada na ghuthannaí agus drumaí ag teacht agus ag dul dá thrá nuair a shiúil ag sé dhá uair. Chuaigh ar ais an droichead concréite thar na h-abhainn concréite ár bhaile.
Walking to Chinatown
Layne and I went to Chinatown recently. But, we didn't drive there. The evening was cool.
Therefore, we walked together. It took about around an hour each way. We passed through Lincoln Heights and over the grand Buena Vista river bridge towards the heart of Los Angeles.
We ate a tasty Vietnamese meal at Via Café as usual. I chose rice and fish with tomato sauce. I drank a beer called Tiger from Singapore.
She bought two coconut cookies after. We left behind the red neon lights with dragons and pagodas. We returned northeasterly around Elysian Park and near Dodger Stadium.
We heard the monks chanting during the Buddhist night services in a yellow temple on Broadway. There was a long echo of voices and drums coming and going both ways when we walked by it both times. We went back over the concrete bridge over the concrete river to our home.
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