The main parking area. Vehicles jam the intersection outside one corner as they jockey for a space.
Night markets are an enduring feature of countries in Asia. The one in Phnom Penh’s Riverside neighborhood leaves me cold, but I remember being enamored of the first one I visited. It was in Hong Kong in the mid 90s.
Well, there’s a new night market in Phnom Penh across from a distant corner of the Russian Embassy and virtually within sight of the modern Aeon mall. As I walked there Saturday night for a look, a steady streams of motos doubtless had no other destination in that direction. Indeed, I discovered that is where they were going.
When I threaded my way through one of the parking areas to what is dubbed Jet’s Container market, Continue reading
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