I make no secret of my enjoyment of Raffles Hotel in Singapore. Check out my previous account of Raffles "British Colonialism at Its Best," from May of 2009. If I could afford it, I’d stay there. Heck, if I could afford it I’d live there. But, alas, it’s financially out of my reach. I can, however, shop in Raffles Arcade, visit their museum, and have a drink at the Long Bar. So, I’m walking along Beach Road, headed for Raffles, intending to do a little window shopping, maybe pick up a souvenir. A young woman comes up to me and points to her wrist, as if asking for the time. I shrug, point to my watch-less wrist, and shake my head. “Etes-vous Francaise?” (Are you French?) she asks. “Non, je suis Americaine.” She continues to speak
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