We can walk downtown easily from our apartment, so Saturday afternoon when it was a bit cooler we went for an amble around the town. The photos below are quite central and although there is a fair bit of traffic, it is really not too hectic (well not compared to Bangkok). The streets are reasonably calm, I think mostly because motorbikes are banned in Yangon so there is no motorbike craziness winding in and out of the traffic. The church with the white spire is Holy Trinity Anglican Church. It seems to have trees growing out of the stonework. Like many of the beautiful Victorian buildings in town I suspect it probably needs a lot of cash thrown at it if it is to survive the next 100 years. Anyway… I find church spires in Asia random… somehow they are part of a very English skyline, and we are definitely not in England.
Looking down towards the Traders Hotel. The vegetable seller in the right hand photo was sitting on the bridge on the left hand photo, selling to anyone that walked past. There are lots of these small scale veg sellers about the place. The way they display their produce is quite an art. I can’t think they really make any money though.
This is a fun market – you can buy all sorts of meat, fish, poultry (alive or dead), spices, eggs (interestingly quails eggs are very popular and super cheap)… of course there is also a huge range of fruit and vegetables, many of which we have absolutely no idea what on earth they are or how to cook them. The road is mostly closed off to traffic, but I am sure I came down here another time and a truck drove down the middle carefully avoiding the cucumbers and okra etc… but probably spraying them with lead based petrol fumes or something less than wholesome. Spot Mr G’s pasty legs up ahead in the left hand photo. Also note his giant like status… most people here are smaller than him.
Fish. Fish heads. Fish and chicken. Chicken feet.
Finally. Fruit. Looking down towards Sule Paya.
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