hungry for some culture, we began at the portugese settlement by the sea and found ourselves satiated instead by some of the freshest seafood malacca has to offer. on nabil's recommendation (thanks nabs!) we checked out the imaginatively named stall 1. the vote of confidence from nab's discerning palate aside, what stall 1 had going for it was that it was the only stall that didn't tout. the moment we paused and exhibited some semblance of indecision along the esplanade, a swarm of touts descended on our little group, badgering us to patronise their stalls instead. jawrn was almost swayed by the tout from stall 5 who might have taken the negotiation module at university because he knew to enlarge the pie and create options.
"you go stall 1 okaaay but if no space and food too slow, you come to my stall, stall 5."
and true to form, we waited what seemed like eternity both for our table, and for the food. 
bursting at the seams and with the seafood swimming in our bellies, we made our way to where the action's at i.e. jonker street. made a pit stop at bibik's for chendol* but ended up staying for the ge tai performance. every once in awhile, it's therapeutic to slow down, take a step back and listen to golden oldies singing the golden oldies on the makeshift stage smack in the middle of the night market.
the enraptured audience
after we'd our fill of wong fei hong & co., we loitered outside ringo for some golden oldies of a different sort, chiming in during the chorus and feeling like we were right there on penny lane.
*jonker 88 was closed, and i personally prefer the shaved ice at bibik's because it's much finer
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