6.13.2004
LUANG PRABANG
Herringbong brick walkways lined with terra-cotta lanterns and flowerbeds. Dilapidated French colonial mansions with chickens in yard stand side-by-side with historic temples. 32 of the original 66 built before French colonisation still stand.
The day market: a muddy street swarms with women and children buying vegetables and meat. Baskets of onion, watercress, bamboo, carrots, mint, basil, chilies. Meat and fish vendors stand watch with plastic bags on the end of long sticks -- shoeing flies from their wares. Noodles are served artfully wrapped in banana leaves, secured with a toothpick.
On the main street, women with superb posture and ruffled parasols ride around on mopeds. Tuk-tuk drivers lurk outside guest houses, ready to offer rides to the waterfall and cave.
It is in a lovely setting, encircled by mountains at the confluence of the Khan and Mekong rivers. Phousy hill is in the center of the city, topped with a golden spire and winding trails leading to hidden temples. The hill looks out over jungle to faroff limestone cliffs, shrouded in haze and mystery. All roads lead around the hill and down to the Mekong, which is the main thoroughfare to outlying villages reached by water taxi.
Herringbong brick walkways lined with terra-cotta lanterns and flowerbeds. Dilapidated French colonial mansions with chickens in yard stand side-by-side with historic temples. 32 of the original 66 built before French colonisation still stand.
The day market: a muddy street swarms with women and children buying vegetables and meat. Baskets of onion, watercress, bamboo, carrots, mint, basil, chilies. Meat and fish vendors stand watch with plastic bags on the end of long sticks -- shoeing flies from their wares. Noodles are served artfully wrapped in banana leaves, secured with a toothpick.
On the main street, women with superb posture and ruffled parasols ride around on mopeds. Tuk-tuk drivers lurk outside guest houses, ready to offer rides to the waterfall and cave.
It is in a lovely setting, encircled by mountains at the confluence of the Khan and Mekong rivers. Phousy hill is in the center of the city, topped with a golden spire and winding trails leading to hidden temples. The hill looks out over jungle to faroff limestone cliffs, shrouded in haze and mystery. All roads lead around the hill and down to the Mekong, which is the main thoroughfare to outlying villages reached by water taxi.
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