The sound of red clogs echo through our memories of Chinatown.
Cramped, loud; hawkers selling all manner of things on the streets and five-foot-ways; samsui women making their way home after another hard day's work. An endless cycle of activities would go from day well into the night until they met the next dawn, as if the day never ended.
This was our Chinatown and we loved it. Over the years, Chinatown has changed and evolved, but it remains our beloved enclave of culture and tradition, defined by the very people who live, work and play on its streets - and here are their stories.