The sun goes down and Sunday market is in full swing. We've arranged to meet our new friend, Jake, at Wat Chedi Luang, the most famous temple in CM. It is spectacular, dating back to the mid-1500's, and an oasis of tranquility in the midst of the old city and the incredible energy of Sunday market.
That is a golden Buddha at the top of the stairs.
One of the smaller temples.
I couldn't help but think: Lady Gaga . . .
No shortage of goodies to make you pudgy here . . . I loved these wee donuts, making their way through the fryer in front of my eyes (and under my nose).
These little ones couldn't have been more than 10, maybe 12, years old and were enthusiastically performing karaoke, standing on a couple of wooden boxes.
We get back to our hotel and hear the market and music from local bars well into the night . . .
That is a golden Buddha at the top of the stairs.
One of the smaller temples.
I couldn't help but think: Lady Gaga . . .
This pudgy fella had a fascinating story. As a young man he was incredibly beautiful. So beautiful - as beautiful as a woman - that a very important monk fell hopelessly in love with him and wanted to marry him. Monks are celibate so that wasn't such a good idea. What to do?? Our poor PF was shamed, left his monastery, went far away, and vowed he'd do away with his beauty once and forever. He did - by getting very, very, very fat!
No shortage of goodies to make you pudgy here . . . I loved these wee donuts, making their way through the fryer in front of my eyes (and under my nose).
These little ones couldn't have been more than 10, maybe 12, years old and were enthusiastically performing karaoke, standing on a couple of wooden boxes.
Our last stop was a spectacular light show at the Folklife Museum.
We get back to our hotel and hear the market and music from local bars well into the night . . .
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