Here I am, on my way to meet up with Trixia, the owner of Green Sea Blue, a blog devoted to old school photography. She likes graphics and photography, and not only is she stunningly multi-talented, but also one of my oldest Singaporean friends. We have known each other since we were both knee high, and I have not seen her in a great many years--despite this, it felt like no time had passed between us. I guess you reach a point where time is irrelevant.
We had decided beforehand that we should together play the tourist in our homeland and go to Chinatown with two specific intentions: eat good food and take good pictures. We began our trip with a bit of sustenance.
Noodles, fried dumplings, and lime juice.
A quick stop to see Tintin
It was a wonderfully moody day with low, scudding clouds and the threat of rain in the air.
The leftover dragon decorations from Chinese New Year
Hindu temple and tourist attraction
The heavens finally made good on their threat and opened up, driving us to seek shelter in a conveniently placed traditional dessert shop. We bought a soursop snow, which is a type of shaved ice with a sweet, pungent fruit sauce poured across it.
Chinatown is known for its 3-for-10$ deals and its milling tourists; but when the rain has dashed all hopes for the day, the tourists leave and the streets grow remarkably quiet, with only the gentle tap of raindrops on the canvas overhangs. I much prefer it this way.