We spent a few days in Luang Prabang in transit from Thailand to Vietnam. The city felt small and slow paced. I had originally considered spending a month there, but it was not an option once I researched internet speeds.
We hiked up Phousi hill to That Chomsi pagoda.
This is how we look waiting for Matthew to take photos.
After eating noodles, Ethan ordered a Bánh Mì from a stand nearby the one above. The server dropped an omelette the size of a pizza in the gutter on the side of the street. The gutter was moist and dirty; the sort of place that you image has run off of animal feces and human urine. She picked the omelette up and, unsuccessfully, tried to rub the dirt off with a rag. She proceeded to try to scrape it off with a knife, all while we stood patiently watching. This method was likewise unsuccessful. She gave up and folded the egg (with dirt intact) into a handful of other omelettes, cut them into slices, and put a portion on Ethan’s sandwich. You can tell we have been traveling for a while because my germaphobe husband and son both agreed that this was okay to eat.
I was going to set up another hike, but we were feeling lazy so spent the afternoon in a tourist cafe overlooking the river.