Maybe this is a case of which comes first, the chicken or the egg . . . or more appropriately the egg vendor. I’ve not yet published a post about the morning market in Luang Prabang, and normally post extra photos after a main post. But I’m being lazy today. And I have a ton of market photos because we started each morning in Luang Prabang at the market, just like all the locals do.
The town begins and ends each day with a market, the two situated just a block away from each other. The night market is for tourists; with the exception of some food everything for sale is souvenir related. The morning market is for locals; zero souvenirs unless freshly caught fish, slaughtered pigs, or plucked chickens are your idea of a souvenir. As geared toward touri as the area is, it’s nice that this little slice of Lao life has retained its authenticity.