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| Some nights we ate Lao food (very similar to Thai) |
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| Some nights not: bread! Pain! A baguette! |
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| At the French colonial restaurant l'Elephant, her beef medaliions |
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| My duck |
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| Dessert |
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| At another place, wall decor of camembert rounds |
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| Pork at Khaiphaen, a noted training restaurant |
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| Best green beans ever, brown butter, sugar, lime |
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| Banana fritters with cashew |
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| Khaiphaen (sorry, no photo of l'Elephant, which was the French colonial) |
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| Another day we visit the national museum, which turned out to be the palace, and effects, of the former kings (installed by the French) but deposed by the Pathet Laos in the mid-70s; no pix, and also no shoes inside |
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| Outside, there was this over-sized Stalinist statue of the last king, Sisavangvong-- oddly |
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| After the revolution, he and the crown prince were sent to work on a farm, and, long story short, eventually worked and starved to death; why the Russians wanted to memorialize the last king, and why the Laos would continue to display it, is a mystery; at least to me |
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| Luang Prabang public library |
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| Vicki had read of the Lao childrens' book boat, which distributes free books on the rivers to Laotian children |
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| And wanted to contribute |
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| American room in the library |
