We leave the hotel, and make our way past the tuk tuk drivers and sunglass salesmen. Sisowath Quay is always teaming with life... and traffic. We are looking for something to do, something different, something to photograph. At the next intersection we turn left again and practically fall into a local street market. Away from the bustle of the main street we find ourselves in another world.
Our pace quickens as we sense the photographic opportunities ahead of us. We follow our eyes, our ears and our noses into the thick of the produce markets where the air is buzzing with energy.
We take one more turn to the left and plunge into the heart of the market, where it is dark and under cover. SpiraLling inward, into the dark depths within. Dried fish hang in garlands around the stalls, fresh vegetables tower up on tables and chunks of indeterminable meat hang on hooks from above. Beams of light, filtering through the broken canopy, beckons us further inward. Here, in steamy kitchens, enormous pots of soup are simmering. Women work in dim light at sewing machines, and children play in the wet concrete alleyways.
Everywhere we turn we are presented with a cameo of Cambodian life. We are exhilarated by the images we are capturing, images that will stay with us forever.
Phnom Penh Markets
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