One of the streets we walked down, named Sago Lane, used to be filled with death houses. A death house was where the poor came to die. Most of Singapore's poor Chinese immigrants lived in crowded quarters where there was hardly enough room for the living, let alone the dying. This, coupled with superstition that death in a home brought bad luck to the remaining residents, led to the establishment of death houses. Medical care and facilities at a death house were minimal, for those who entered were not expected to recover. Rooms and dormitories provided a place to rest, while the attached funeral parlours ensured a proper burial.
Chinese New Year is on February 16, and it's the Year of the Dog.
I am not sure what fruit this is, we asked...but we had a language barrier.
This gentleman played some terrible music but we gave him money because he was so cute!
Food hawker stalls. It took us longer to check out each vendor and decide on a meal than it did to walk here!
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