Today marked the end of Ramadan and also marked my first day off in Singapore. So I decided to spend some time walking around Chinatown-- home to Hindu and Buddhist temples, massage parlors (authentic and erotic), mosques, paper lanterns, hawker centers, the color red, karaoke, as well as most of the city's gay bars.
Not once, but twice, I was accosted by tailors who wanted to shake my hand, find out where I was from, and sell me a suit. I politely declined.
Singapore weather is not tailor-made for suit wearing. Get it, "tailor-made." Ahhh...
1 comment:
You totally need a tailored suit. I believe my grandfather had a number of shirts and jackets tailored while he was in Singapore. Also, get a straw hat then you will be the complete package, a real colonialist!
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