Time is fate's way of playing pranks on one's life.
I paid five pataca's for admission to go inside the Pawnshop Museum on Rua dos Mercadores (New Road.)
There are many pawn shops in Macau, but this one dates back to 1900's. The shop still kept most of the layout and practises from that era.
When I was young, across the street from my father's tailor shop was a pawn shop. I used to play with the pawnbroker's son as he and I were the same age. We played skip rope inside his father's store amongst the Rolexes and jade bangles. Twenty years later, I have to pay 5 Patacas for admission to enter my former playground. O, how time and fate confounds us all!