The blazing mid-morning heat in the heart of Petaling Street does nothing to dim the riot of colours in this part of the city. Chinatown, they said. We’ll meet at Chinatown. Narrowly dodging a chestnut seller, I’ve been circling the area twice already. “Flowers miss?” “Handbags… branded… murah!” Calls ring out. The roads are filling with people. Shoppers, tourists, families, youths walk leisurely around the area. It’s a work day, but there’s no sense of urgency in the air. It’s business as usual on a sunny Monday morning.