Did I ever mention that I love crumbling, spiral staircases? These, found on Arab Street in Singapore, look more like they belong in Prague or Istanbul.
Don't you wish you were sitting on the colorful steps, up against a rail, maybe painting a mural or closing your eyes as the sun heats the steps, your clothes, your skin? On these steps, it is always summer. And I am always sweating. I can't wait to return.