Walking through the old streets in the quiet early morning, as summer slowly gives way to autumn.

The station was almost empty in the early morning. A lone taxi waited quietly for a passenger, looking a little lonely in the stillness.

Before opening time, the market was slowly coming to life, one light at a time.

Along Taiping Old Street, Baroque-style buildings from the Japanese colonial era still stand. Walking through the old street, it felt as though time had stood still for eighty years.

I came across a curious little shrine, its bright red decorations leaving me wondering what they might mean.

It was only a twenty-minute walk, but it was enough. Satisfied with the quiet morning, I made my way back to the station.