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)
