A month ago, Helen Lopez, 55, was a confident, street-smart, native New Yorker who had recently relocated to Mott Haven, where she rents a loft apartment in a historical building.
Margot Strunin squealed with delight as she admired the picture on her Blackberry of Rabbi Levi Baumgarten giving her a blessing on the Jewish harvest holiday of Sukkot.
On a cold Sunday morning, as the Cathedral Church of Saint John the Divine opened its doors on 112th and Amsterdam, a different kind of crowd lined up to enter. Some had furry coats, others had slimy skin and a few even had horns. It seemed like Noah’s ark had landed on the steps of the world’s largest Gothic cathedral.
Tourists from as far as Belgium and near as Long Island huddled around the window of the tiny Fried Dumpling eatery on Mosco Street in Chinatown. They were captivated as they watched three immigrants from mainland China roll out rice flour dough for hundreds of dumplings—just $1 for five pieces.