Luang Prabang is like just coming out of my dream.
After two days on the Mekong, we had an illusion of this small city of 26,000 inhabitants being exquisitely charming. Luang Prabang has yet offered a new vision of this region.The French influence is still demonstrated in the food and architecture dating from the time of Indochina. On the other hand, Buddhist temples are everywhere. The combination of the two makes this World Heritage City even more interesting. Imagine a small city with a style of the Mediterranean hinterland with its beautiful houses painted in different colors, small shops to drop by, clean streets and flowers, and everyone travel by bicycle - and the churches are replaced by Buddhist temples. The enchantment of the town of Luang Prabang also lies in its location bordering two rivers: the turbulent 'Mekong' and the idyllic river 'Nam Ou. The atmosphere looks strange to me with its long main street, all those people who know each other, small restaurants with nice tablecloths with French specialties, wine red,
We moved into a guest room called the "Golden Crescent", where we had every morning a sumptuous French breakfast, surrounded by a fantastic staff to ensure that our stay is the best place possible. This is actually a vacation to rest from our active holiday. We spent days travelling in the the surrounding mountains , taking cooking classes , strolling through the bustling market covered with stalls of fruit, fresh meat, soap, books and one another, working on our website . And we enjoyed our evenings munching the delicious tasty buds in local restaurants or French, a little massage, the sunset of the Buddhist temple of Phu Si, the night market of magic and enchantment. The handdicraft is fantastic work of Laotian. Young women who run small stands at bright and colorful night markets are of unparalleled beauty, and have babies in their arms.
I am the first to remark that Laos is full of life as every woman is in the motherhood or being pregnant! Either parent, or in anticipation of a child ... And the one morning we got up to Aurora to attend the ceremony of offerings to Buddhist monks in Luang Prabang. While it was still dark, we were kneeing on a mat placed on the sidewalk, waiting for the passage of monks in procession with their wicker baskets which we would put white rice, bananas and small packages rice with coconut.
Friday, December 26, 2008
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