the ubiquity of the Gaga

OH - I meant to say this earlier. Our first night here in Phnom Penh, we were kind of dazed by the long journey, thoroughly lost in time and space, and wandering around looking for a place to eat dinner. As we walked through a giant park, there were loudspeakers somewhere blaring

P-p-p-poker face, p-p-poker face
(Mum mum mum mah)
P-p-p-poker face, p-p-poker face
(Mum mum mum mah)

It made me laugh, and remember earlier this spring, in Honduras, how we kept hearing Paparazzi.

So before we pack up for the day, one more little post. We walked to the Central Market, because we love markets, and keeping in mind the way Phnom Penh is the NYC of Cambodia, we walked through the gold and diamond district....

and the machining district, where a guy was poking another guy with the tip of his arc welder:

Whatever she was cooking (below) looked and smelled great! Street food is often this, a woman with a little stove cooking for you, on the spot:

Central Market was the least interesting/most commercial market we've seen. The one next door to our hotel is the best so far, but of course we have a lot of them still to see. I'm especially interested in the night markets in Laos.