For our group,
Luang Prabang was just what the witch doctor
ordered. Low key, charming, mystical, LP got the job done and
satisfied our souls. Local culture seems to embrace the lingering French colonial influence, and the architecture is closer to that of Provence than that of
Chiang Mai. Locals were laid back, and ex-pats/tourists were welcome everywhere. We were sad to leave.
Around town
Squished in a Tuk Tuk
A small wat
Floods/storms brought down this ginormous tree, which stranded us at the river for a while
The daily 6am procession of monks, collecting food from
townspeople and
toursists in their rice bowls.
Our makeshift orphanage at the Croissant d'Or:
"Good night, you Princes of Palo Alto, you Kings of Northern California"
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