. . . and is reflected in the lukewarm festive atmosphere around Chinatown.
Locals pass by celebratory pussy willows, not amused by their significance.
Others push on to earn a days' living, and for the last 12 days of the year.
Despite the money trees and good luck charms of last year, . . .
Meanwhile the only thing that remains bright is the wonderful blue Malaysian skies over Foch Avenue, now named Jalan Cheng Lock, and Central Market.
The stalls in Petaling Street are still manned by Mat Bangla, although significantly fewer in number, after recent criticisms by some politicians that Chinatown has lost its original flavour. Boys from Nepal and Myanmar have now taken over, and blend in more with the local crowd, until they open their mouths, of course.
You make the last dash through hassling vendors tempting you to buy genuine fake YSL or Fendi bags. You nip into Peter Hoe's shop above Popular Book Store for refuge. It remains a treasure trove of eclectic exotica, and the cafe still serves the yummiest cakes in KL. Thank goodness for some consistency and quality that you can depend on.