I love weekend breakfasts.

Last Sunday we were back at Kader, who do phenomenally puffy puris.

Afterwards we tried some of their puttu. This is the stuff that, in brown or white versions, sits in the little metal cylinders next to the vadai and other baked goods. Once knocked out of the cylinder onto a film-lined piece of newspaper, the crumbly mixture gets a sprinkling of sugar, and you're good to go. I'm pretty confident the white version is rice puttu and the brown version wheat puttu.

We spooned them up looking across to the newly renovated Masjid Jamek.









Friday was a public holiday, and we walked up to Tommy le Baker. We got there a bit early, so we did a little tour of the neighbourhood while waiting for them to open up. This is the Malaysia I love: tiny temples, drinks-can mobiles, and tigers... We followed these guys as they set out from their depot, bobbing a little disconsolately over the empty tray of the lorry. Then they rolled up outside Tommy's, proudly positioned on top of the cab, mounting guard over the gas cylinders behind. "They're very strong," the guy explained.

After our usual crusty baguettes, we tried financiers. One area of finance I'm actually interested in.

Today we were back at the Tang City Food Court, just off Petaling Street, one of our regular haunts. Finally -- and it's been a long, long time in the making -- the "river of life" walkway is starting to emerge. It's a great idea, and you get views of buildings that you've never had before.





And other news? Well, Born and Bread, which we'd grown to really like, is now Mess Hall. The coffee's not as good as it used to be, but the salted egg chicken was pretty nice. We'll give them at least one more go. It's hard being a retail food outlet here. SO many places have come and gone in the three years we've lived in the city...



Bicycles continue to proliferate. This is becoming a widespread phenomenon, it seems...



We rounded off the weekend with another MPO concert. Russian Fairytales. It turns out I'm not a fan of Bartok's spiky second violin concerto (how the author of the programme notes can talk about "its lyricism, warmth and accessible style" I have no idea). But Prokofiev's Suite from Cinderella, Tchaikovsky's andante cantabile from the first String Quartet, and the Suite from his Sleeping Beauty were all genuinely enchanting.

And after an afternoon of ballet music, what you need is tea and scones. Which were provided very ably by Wild Honey.