

Sweaty lycra-clad men and strangely un-sweaty lycra clad ladies thumped along the pavement. Restaurant owners started to unchain their padlocked tables and chairs for breakfast. Pleasure boats chugged along the river.
The area around Clarke Quay was decorated with fantastic floats and stalls in preparation for the mid-autumn festival which

I crossed over the river at the Fullerton Hotel and returned on the other side of the river though narrower streets lined with restaurants with colourful menu displays and tanks of water containing fish trying not to look edible.
I dropped into a cafe to get a few croissants for Mrs M's breakfast. I thought I was getting used to silly prices in Singapore but $12 for 4 bits of bread? They were good though.....
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