Light is Black and White is Dark

Back to Singapore, I cannot resist from spending time walking around my favorite wet market inside Chinatown Complex, where the Monochrom can express its best and she (yes, my camera is female) helps me to shape and frame memories.

Light is black here, and White is dark.

Humans are moving around the stalls in a dynamic continuum, where the transactional part of grocery shopping is only a minimal part of the experience. Languages are a localized version of Mandarin, adding the spice of Malay expressions, but English is also tolerated when a big bald guy with a camera in his hands is moving around the stalls.

I’m always amazed by hygiene and the total lack of any smell: regardless we are far away from the standard of large western super markets with their aseptic kilometers of shelves, the rules of food preservation and overall clean environment are applied (also strongly enforced by local authorities).

Prawns are tempting, but I have to remember my flat is not anymore at walking distance on Mosque St. and the luxury of my own food is not an option anymore here in Singapore.