I visited Dhaka, Bangladesh a few years ago – mostly to eat– but also to check out Louis Kahn’s National Assembly Building. Naturally, I wasn’t allowed in at the time, so I had to stick to plan A, that being food.
In the city of tens of thousands of rickshaws and taxi rides that went for about $1.50 an hour, I still couldn’t help but get into wander mode. Occasionally, I’d stop at a shopping center for some relief from the chaos, and oh did those malls pay off–
The Norwood and Parkchester sections of the Bronx are home to rapidly growing Bangladeshi communities. Would be something else if Dhaka was home to a rapidly growing Puerto Rican community.
While we’re on the topic of New York…I’m kidding, but it still burns a little inside passing by both Domino’s and Papa John’s in Manhattan. But this off-shoot, I’ll let them side.
Again?
The only question is, do they also have fried chicken?
Here’s one for the weird signs collection. The mannequin on the left doesn’t exactly scream what I typically think of as Western, so maybe they mean West Bengal?
Terrible jokes aside, what’s even more unusual about this is the presence of a saloon right next door. What country do they think this is?
Have you been to Dhaka? Do you keep watch for knock-offs/bizarre signage in your travels?
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