Oh Friday, dear Friday! Let’s have some food today! This week I’m featuring photograph from Chiang Mai Market in Thailand. I love food and when I read this story and could imagine being in the same situation as Ivana Greslikova and Gianni Bianchini from Nomad is Beautiful Blog! To find out more about their great stories and admire great pictures do follow them on Twitter and Facebook.
Picture Story: Chiang Mai Market, Thailand
We do love setting off early in the morning to catch the atmosphere of towns “waking up”.
This particular day, we were on our feet since the early morning, wandering around the city and exploring Chinatown and Chiang Mai Market. We basically stopped every second to take pictures of street vendors unloading vans, cutting veggies, peeling fruits and selling their goods, animals playing on top of the tables, kids sleeping under the same tables, all in perfect street hectic harmony. Chiang Mai Market in the morning is like a hectic and spectacular show!
We were so busy and excited about the place that we did not realize how the time was flying and how far we were from the place where we planned to have lunch.
Suddenly, the early afternoon sunlight got so bright and strong that we just had to escape into the shade and eat something. We entered the Warorot Market in hopes of finding something, anything, to eat. Surprisingly, at that time of day. There were no noodles, rice or sweet potatoes, as we imagined. We found great variety of tea and nuts, though, and we bought a pu-erh tea, which we later realized was a fake.
While we were strolling among the aisles of mushrooms, teas, dried fruits, nuts and herbs. We found this girl eating her lunch, squeezed between the produce she was selling.
She was so focused on checking her mobile that she was putting the food into her mouth on autopilot, not seeing or hearing anything around her.
After we took this picture of her, we approached her and asked her with gestures where we could find some food. She misunderstood us in the cutest possible way and offered us a taste of her meal. We stared at her for a second, amazed, before thanking her and gesturing again to ask if there was a stall to get the same food.
Finally, she got it and pointed to a tiny place hidden downstairs behind the aisles, where only locals were eating. We almost jumped on the small plastic chairs while waiting for one of the best soup ever here in Chiang Mai Market.
Delicious, tasty, spicy, and served with the cook’s love and a smile.