Last year the Eiffel Tower was lit up in red for a week as part of a celebration with China. It was spectacular to see.
Here is another reflection in water that I like, taken at Palais Royal.
Around the World
Off to the Siam district by metro. We were told it was lively. What it seemed to be was mostly department stores in giant malls. I had read on the Internet raves about shopping at the MBK mall which turned out to be just another ordinary mall although it felt great because it had a/c. A lady had stopped us in the street to ask us what we were looking for-we obviously stand out as tourists-and told us not to bother with MBK as it was over-priced and full of teen-agers–and it was. According to the map that we picked up at the air-conditioned information booth, Jim Thompson’s Museum was nearby. He was an American who came to
Thailand by chance, fell in love with it, stayed, and restarted the dying Thailand silk industry. He built a beautiful home which is now a museum. The guide we had on the tour we took there said that his Chinese astrology sign is the horse and it is said that the 61st year can be dangerous. He was 61 when he disappeared without a trace on a walk in Malaysia. We found his home on a canal. His home is all of wood, six old Thai buildings fitted together and very chaming. Afterwards, we walked down the little canal and saw a boat pass by. It stopped on the other side of the canal so we missed it and walked past primitive shacks and little places selling food. We crossed back and forth on a few bridges when the sidwalk ended. At one point we came to a wall, a dead-end, and someone had left a wooden ladder which we climbed ending up onto a busy street. We found a busy market which seemed to sell wholesale in packages of twelve. We finally got a boat which only went one stop where we walked to the Golden Mount, another temple, up many stairs. Great view but not that impressive. We saw a monk in orange robes who looked like an American. Then we caught the canal boat back. The boats are very long and low as they have to pass under bridges and at one point even lower the roofs until it almost touched our heads. It was an athletic feat to get aboard stepping on a little rim on the outside of the boat, over the side onto low seat while ducking under the roof holding onto a rope to get inside. Sometimes the boat barely came to a stop and people were quickly getting on board, some being women in heels. There were two guys who collected the money-8 bat-clinging to the side, holding on to the rope and, somehow, not dropping any money. They wore helmets, probably because I’m sure one of them occasionally hit their heads on the low bridges. Two plastic curtains were on either side of the boat that could be raised to keep out sun or water spray. It was a fun experience. Then back to the hotel for a cool bath. We had a pizza in Siam-a late lunch or early dinner. Too tired to do anything else, then back to our room.
The boat we rode on the canal. It was used mainly by natives, not tourists.
Along side the canal were homes with flowers and laundry outside. Life started in Bangkok on the waters of the city.
Inside the boat.
Part of the museum of Jim Thompson’s Home.
I think the monk on the left was an American, now a monk.