new york city chronicles: little italy

While escaping the hoards of China town, we slipped in to what we thought was an alleyway, but turned out to be an equally crowded and bustling Little Italy. As like everything else in the big apple it blew our mids. Our senses were attached by all the amazing smells coming from all the tents set up right on the street by dinfferent food vendors. The streets were closed off to cars and there was everything being sold from gelato, to Italian sausages, to pastries and desserts. I almost died when I saw a man selling giant blocks of that white stuff with the nuts in it(pictured).