So anyway, I went to Little India. Little India is this smallish district in Singapore that houses a denser-than-usual concentration of Indian people, restaurants, and markets.
Part of Little India's main drag, Serangoon Road.
There were shops that sold anything you can think of. I passed shoe stores, innumerable watch stores, clothing stores that sold fan shirts of various WWE wrestlers, I passed a guy who had three big boxes of tiny golden padlocks, I even passed a tiny garage.
Right in the middle of Little India I passed a picturesque Hindu temple.
The Sir Veermakaliamman Temple.
Later on I met up with a group of friends that I made earlier that week:
I guess they were having some sort of block party.
Big Joe kept complaining about the food.
On the outskirts of Little India I found a rather bland looking mosque.
The Angullia Mosque.
And that is Little India. I didn't include more pictures of the different shops because they all look about the same. I leave you with a picture of the pungent smell that was somehow everywhere:
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