We went to Red Dot Museum, at long last, the trip that was delayed for around 10 days. We got down at Tanjong Pagar station, a quaint neighborhood right along side office buildings.
The Red Dot Museum is located inside the Red Dot Traffic building, a former traffic police headquarters. So the museum is just a fraction of the whole building. I later found out after looking around (physically, then around the internet, no wait their website) that a community of organizations are based in the upper floors of the building. It’s a pretty good deal, aside from having a museum within the building, it has a quaint restaurant/bar there too, just beside the museum.
The disappointing thing was the museum was just on one floor, and not a big one at that since it doesn’t occupy the entire floor space. Entrance costs $4 for students (I pretended to be one). Oh wait, the fun part was right before you enter the museum, there’s a shop that sells all sorts of things like lomo cameras, bags, nicely designed things for the home, oddments and artsy things, and a bicycle.
Okay, after we went out of the museum, we were a bit disappointed that it all cost $4. But to be fair, the designs were amazing. They were innovative, smart, practical, elegant, and sometimes amusing. I recommend that you visit the place, or buy their yearbooks so you can see what I mean. I’ll post pictures when we settle down when I get home.
After that, we went out to look around the place. Remembering the map the Indian lady gave us when we entered the museum, I scanned it and found a book store a few minutes’ walk from there. And what we found was a small quaint book store with a sense of humor and perhaps the first book store I’ve ever visited that doesn’t sell Twatlight books. It was fun and we spent almost an hour looking around (it’s quite a narrow store but with two floors). Every other book or author on the shelf has a post it note posted on the shelf frame. Written on it is a sort of review by the owners, recommending the book. How very nice and helpful of them. When I go back here to Singapore, I’ll probably revisit the bookstores and look for more.
We went back to the Tanjong Pagar station and went to City Hall to look for something to buy. Finding nothing within our budget, we rode a train back to Tampines, looked around again, where only Patrick found something to buy (a couple of cheap shirts), then we went home.