Our last day in Luang Prabang and in Laos. It seemed far too soon to leave this beautiful place.
So we struggled out of bed at 5:15 and rode bikes into town to see the world waking up.
After enjoying the mellow dawn traffic, we watched, for the second time during our stay here, the monks of the local wats receiving alms, sticky rice for their meals for the day.
We then had breakfast ourselves…
… a nod to the French colonial influence that very much pervades the UNESCO protected old town of the city.
On the way home, we rode through the morning market, a very different and equally wonderful place to be.
This place is very special. And very far away. Still, somehow, I think and really hope we’ll be back.