After looking at me snap away for a while, the uncle came to tell me that there was a beautiful alley nearby. He then led me to this and before he went back to do his job (blocking off roadside parking lots with stools and and directing cars into them), he told me that directors have come for a shot of this alley and a famous French artist had done a painting.

Some day soon, I need to go back for a better shot.

I don't remember how I took this photo. I was on foot the entire time in Malacca. I know where this is, and I know I crossed this road several times. But I don't recall risking my life and stopping in the middle of the road to take this.

3.14pm: Trapped on St Paul's Hill. It was the heaviest downpour but what made it immense was the whipping wind. It was pushing me off my feet as I stood in the pavilion, rendering the shelter overhead useless. A dash into the darkest recesses of the church ruins was necessary. Fortunately or unfortunately, I had lots of company, including a boisterous group of teenagers hell-bent on filming a music video.

3.23pm: The wind has decided to give it a rest. Slowly the crowd has stepped back out from the dark corners to get some air. Some have headed down the hill with their umbrellas. But the rain is still terribly heavy and the thunder sounds threatening. But I am terribly thirsty.

3.29pm: Fuck! Thunder made me almost jump out of my skin. Twice. Just as I had made up my mind to go.

3.32pm: Oh, my terribly comfortable hotel room, I am thinking of you.

3.33pm: To think the day started off so scorching hot. It's a good thing I managed to see this church when it was still sunny. Because it's breathtaking against a blue sky. The extended Korean family is leaving. I shall follow them. They're so noisy it's comforting right now.

It's easy to feel at home here, along these winding streets.

There are lots of curious guest houses. Shall venture to stay in one the next time. With such charming accommodation options, it's hard to imagine why people would opt to room in generic chain hotels. Which look really out of place here.

Hallo, Malacca!

Yet to take any photos of the hotel facade. The postcards provided in the room do a fantastic job. And quite honestly, that's the classic shot everyone takes.

The room is marvellous.

Mostly because of the bathroom.

And the fluffiest bed.

View from the bed. There's a Japanese novel in the room. Along with boring mags like Prestige, Tatler, etc. The usual "atas" crap.

Welcome tea came in this super lovely basket with fitted slots for the tea set.

View from the window. Walked past the ferris wheel in the afternoon. It's a mini wheel in a mini theme park. So dilapidated I thought it was no longer operational.

Turns out, it was waiting for night.