Entering Jojo’s is like being transported to a theatre’s vibrant green room, exploding colours more riotous than those of the rainbow. Hanging from top to bottom on rails at multiple levels, every available nook and cranny is crammed with a quaint and massive collection of all manner of costumes.
As a kid, doing the pandal and free food stall round on Vesak Day, or going Vesak Balanna-fying, as I like to call it, was something yours truly would wait for with baited breath, every year. By dusk, on Vesak Day, I would team up with my cousins and hit the streets, taking in every single multi-coloured light bulb and free glass of iced coffee – well into the night.