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Old Loas |
It took some detective work, but I found her in the end, embossed in gilt on a temple wall. The golden girl with the squiffy eyes who adorned our guide book to Laos. They reckon she'd been on that wall for about five hundred years.
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New Laos |
But I suggest for their next edition, Rough Guides pick another cover girl. Henry and I have christened her the Lovely Shake Lady. We spotted her on our first night in this gentle city, smiling at us broadly as Henry ordered a banana confection, I picked mango and pineapple, and she prepared to add the condensed milk and hit the blender button. Her modest grace reminded me of my Auntie Evelyn, her smile as warm as the evening breeze.
It is the breathing people that symbolise this charming country, not the ornate icons on its sacred walls. Move over, Golden Girl, and make way for something lovelier.
It is the breathing people that symbolise this charming country, not the ornate icons on its sacred walls. Move over, Golden Girl, and make way for something lovelier.
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