When the wind blew cool, cold that June, he hugged her close and laughed, “Remember San Francisco?”  When that wind led to rain and a sticky humidity, he was reminded of Singapore’s hot, wet, delicious dewiness and they went for Chinese in a part of town that was not quite Chinatown but had enough dumplings and spicy slithery noodles and shrimp for him to nearly recreate that exotic weekend layover.