Remove yourself 1 street back from the tourist precinct on the Singapore River...everything takes on a more utilitarian demeanour.
There is a new Persian Restaurant by the Singapore River at Robertson Quay...the food is good, and the ceramic decorative pieces are wonders.
I am working...with an open window...there is a helluva din going on outside...I look out at the serviced apartment block across the street...a cloud of thick, white something...there is bloke fumigating to get rid of mozzies from the garden and lobby.
He is not wearing a protective mask, so probably can rest assured there will be no live mozzies living in his nose or throat!
1800...many folks have finished work for the day, and will take in a free aerobics session before going home...200 gals and 1 bloke working out...
This friendly-looking chap is always waiting for me in the lift lobby of my apartment tower...perhaps we will have a canter about the island one day...
A bonus last night...Boss, Trevor, taught me how to cook a paella.
An excellent meal, and made even more so by his choice of Spanish wine to accompany it.
Both sides of Singapore River there is a strolling path and, in several places like this one, it passes right through a restaurant/bar precinct.
This is Boat Quay, where the river has been considerably widened so that it is more like a small lake.
We sat for an hour, sipping a pint of Kilkenny while indulging in a casual conversation with a German couple at the next table. At one point, during the interchange, I became a little mesmerised by the paving with its worn yellow line.
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