“Caviar? Caviar? Gude deescount price. Luke! Luke!” This is the sound you’ll hear if you ping the tourist radar just inside the door of the Besarabsky Market in central Kyiv.
Wedged between Skopje’s old Bazaar and a busy boulevard is the city’s colorful and chaotic Bit Pazar. Once confined to a single building, over the years the market’s tentacles have spread into the surrounding streets and alleyways.
“Skopje’s Old Bazaar and caravanserais” – that’s what got my attention. Just reading these words made me think of adventure. I’ve always loved travel tales about long, arduous journeys to foreign lands, whether truth or fiction.
Early mornings in Luang Prabang are quiet, unhurried affairs. The highlands surrounding the town bless the day with a delightful long-sleeved respite from the heat, and it’s the perfect time for a jog and a meandering, cool-down walk.
Getting this photo took some perseverance. With all the selfie-shooters and the “I was there” poseurs (the most popular shot was someone’s goofy head sticking out an eye socket), I had to patiently wait my turn.
When traveling, one of our first excursions is to the local market. Shopping there is fun, and it gives us an opportunity to interact with the city residents. But there’s more to it than shopping and socializing.
The mascarons gaze demonically over Krakow’s famous market square, keeping the evil spirits at bay, and no one notices. Not the buskers, not the wedding couple, not the carriage drivers, not the children, and not the tourists.