Hey, it's probably Canal St, the smelliest-stinkiest place in the world at these days and...
...home of all knockoffs of the world including those tacky, god-awful, ugly Luis Vutton-deisgned purses, donut-sized fake Rolex and other watches and generally speaking all flashy but cheap things that any self-conscious member of the proletariat loves to wear as a perceived indicator of his/her social status.
Yes, iPods and all sorts of things with that bitten-fruit logo on it are also available here.
The only thing you have to fight is the smell - but make no mistake, this is no small undertaking: the smell is a mixture of rotting fish and dogsh!t, day after day heatep up to 90-100 degrees (~30-40 Celsius for prospective EU buyers) by direct sunlight, in 70-80% humidity during July-Sep...
...so bad that when I take a cab home at the end of the day I always make sure all windows are sealed when we make the right turn to Canal St.
The smell is so consistent, horrible and omnipresent that it's impossible to be coincidental; commuting through here for long years we have developed a crazy theory in our office: every morning, just right after sun comes up, designated "wastemen" emerge from their basements with huge tanks of nasty leftover viscera from the Chinese kitchen they work for (being Chinatown there are quite a few) and carefully dispose their content on every other corner... "oh, we need a bit more chicken gizzard here... ahh, these two-days old fish heads will be perfect here... wow, perfect, let this little blood river run downhill from here so the rats giant flies will all line up here..."
...and nature takes care of the rest, providing a "classic" Chinatown smell - a smell that's once smelled forever etched into the consciousness of every out-of-town bargain hunter.