I feel a terrible nostalgia every time I see a historical-artistic building in ruins, because they are part of the Culture of Humanity, with its beauties and darkness, its moments of glory and mourning, in short, its essence. I think I appreciate an interesting mix of both European and Eastern architectural elements and I suppose that is motivated, in this case, by the British presence, which clearly also imported part of their constructive mannerisms. Either way, you already know me and you know what a ruined jog I am, so I won't tell you how much I could enjoy in this place, because I think you already know me a little and imagine it. I hadn't seen this post, but I think the Haveyoubeenhere community wins by having an exceptional photographer and chronicler from Malaysia like you. A hug
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You are most kind, @juancar347 my friend... I am honoured! Yes, knowing you, I thought you might enjoy this post 🙂 Ahaaa, fret not, ruins it may be, but somewhat 'saved'; and as what you refer to as "ruins", I think a certain degree of romanticism becomes it... People would not feel the same way about it if it was at 100%.