From the shadows, you can see that this is aptly named the "morning market"; from the parasols, you can tell it's already hot.
Under the low-hanging canopy that covered most of the Talat Sao, it was even hotter, very humid, but surprisingly free of funky smells. Unless you'll be cooking dinner that evening, there's little to do but look, but at the adjoining concrete complex you'll find all sorts of chow: sandwiches, noodle soups, lettuce wraps, grilled meat and veggies, green mango with salt, or perhaps just a fast dozen quail eggs.
Talat Sao
Vientiane, Laos
(From a November 2006 visit)
Dave,
Your Laos series is fascinating, perhaps your best yet. Beautiful photographs. My wife's brother, who has made a life of rucksacking pretty much all over the world for months on end, commented that out of all of the southeast asian countries, he liked Laos the best because the people were so warm and generous. If he was sitting on a hot, crowded bus next to some guy who was chowing down on a snack, the guy would give him some. That kind of thing. What was your experience?
By the way, the quail eggs look good.
P.
Posted by: Polecat | June 23, 2008 at 07:12 AM