Brickfields in the morning presents interesting vignettes.
A blind father leading his children to school.
Vegetarian stall brightened by chrysanthemums and incense, as owners pray for bounty.
DBKL worker sits kerbside, listening to Al-Waqiah on his phone, smoking.

Typical of old KL, the neighbourhood is evidently multi-religious. It’s not just about Hindu temples and that huge cathedral.

Jalan Tun Sambanthan is the great divide btwn privilege & poverty, bridged by the ERL station. Oil & gas (or maybe finance) salarymen walk across in search of thosai while Nepalese security guards, pride in their uniform, arrive at work.

Wish I took more pictures, but I was segan to snap photos of people. Also, a bird shat on me and I had to go back to the hotel. And oh yeah it’s Monday and I have work and all.