Yesterday, I ventured into a neighbourhood that is physically old, but spiritually young and trendy.
It was built in the 1930s as a housing estate under the direction of a British Colonial government body. It has since developed into a hip hangout — over the last few years, lots of cool cafes, restaurants and bars, as well as boutiques have moved in. But if you look past all the new shindigs, you’ll observe the culture and traditions of the place still quietly existing in the original residents and their spaces.
One thing in particular that I like is the architecture of the estate. It appears to be somewhat of a fusion between Art Moderne and shophouse-style, with staircases built as part of the buildings’ facades. There are many alleys and quiet corners, which aren’t so scary to walk in when its still light out. I’m sure stories and memories populate all these thoroughfares and vestibules. I wonder what they are?