While I headed into Chinatown, I was drawn by a sign — Shanghai Alley. This had been a Chinese district off Pender Street back in the 1880s. The buildings were replaced by modern construction except one, which appeared as if it probably belonged to that early period.
At the end of the cul-da-sac, pictures of early life appeared on boards in need of a wash. Chinese theatre, meeting halls, boarding houses and stores had graced the area.
All that was gone, but there was more to Chinatown that an alley. In spite of an imposed racist head tax on Chinese and the anti-Asian riots in the early 1900s, the community survived and today, this is the best Chinatown I’ve ever visited.