C for Chinatown
It may seem a little funny to certain people. I've found my own space after all these times in Paris. Of all places that I wanted, only the 13th district wanted me. The Chinatown in Paris (rage) Well, because it's a friend of a friend's place. I didn't have a choice actually- or I'd be kicked out of that princessy room I had previously. After I told some of my new friends that I'm living near Chinatown, I got all those mockery about being such a cliché. I get it (being a Chinese, living in the Chinese district- couldn't I be more creative?), the funnier thing is- a lot of my neighbors are Chinese too (shy) But who cares, I finally have my own peace of mind now. I'm in my new place for almost 2 weeks now. Still trying to adapt, getting things like internet to work. Getting more things to be installed, such as the heater in the toilet; (wtf) I'm missing A TV! The process is so slow that it's kinda killing me. About time for me to set up everything, and snap photos to introduce this new cocoon of mine.
Back track a little, let me share my Chinatown photos from my trip back to Singapore. It was my actual first visit to Singapore's 牛车水 during such festive period. In the past, I tent to avoid it as much, the heat, the crowd is quite terrible. I guess I'm still glad that I decided to join my parents for a little shopping trip. Those cutie kitty door charms are too irresistible! (yes) (bear) Gosh, looking at those goodie snacks (yes)
Parisian Chinatown is quite different though. It's time to go around streets with a camera in my hand!