Life in Lau Pa Sat

Lunch time in Telok Ayer wet market was a feast for the senses. It would be filled with the clamour of bargaining, the odour of fresh sea produce, the aroma of stir-frying, all amidst sweltering humidity. It was one of the rare few places in the city centre that one could go for affordable produce and convenient meals.

Being a stall owner was no easy feat: the hours were long, and the work was exhausting. Despite these challenges, the stall owners perservered, for the sake of their future generations. For most, the market had also become their second home.