This was one of the few that stayed still long enough for me to photograph. This was on a Sunday stroll through the park, during which we regularly encountered dozens of these chaps.
Elsewhere in the city, it's not unusual to encounter, in a suburban street, an extraordinary temple like this:
In the Chinese quarter, where apparently lots of traders don't really like photographs, because of the, ahem, provenance of the goods on offer, we came across temples to Mammon
and to more dignified deities:
Another highlight was the night market at Bangsar, where the senses are assailed by a mass of competing aromas. Not sure I'd go for this guy's produce though:
More Malaysian images to come.