It’d stormed while we were there, giving the cafe+gallery a warm orange glow, and turning a trip to the loo into an exercise in adventure. At a meeting where ideas fly and everything is made to seem a benign possibility- nice that the place persuades thus too.
Post museum sits like an outsider in an enclave, off the road from the always mad mustafa centre and jalan besar, in the heart of little india.
It houses art, wholesome food, and—especially—, a curious mass of careful curations: performances, exhibitions, old books. Eclectic without being kitschy, aesthetics never running into cloying designs. So the glasses are chipped, and the chairs are recycled and no balm for sore butts, but I like that the space provides a wellspring for ideas and art, in the vein of beatnik cafes like those in san fran. Perfect pit-stop for any weary traveller.